This is a true story about my neighbor Michele and our extramarital affair. She went from being my wife’s friend to becoming my lover.
This is a true story about my neighbor Michele and our extramarital affair. She went from being my wife’s friend to becoming my lover.
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I had been a married man for the past ten years. My 5’7” frame is not typical of men from Sweden, but I more than make up for that with blonde hair, pale skin and blue/green eyes. My family moved to America when I was only five, so I had very little Swedish influence during my childhood. My wife is similar at 5’5” with blonde hair and green eyes. She is German by descent but never lived abroad. We started dating in college while I was in graduate school and my wife in an undergraduate program. We began our careers soon after graduation. Not long after, we married, although we never had children. It wasn’t from lack of trying because we both wanted kids. After visiting a fertility clinic, my results came back with a very high sperm count and high motility. Unfortunately, we found out that she was infertile. About eight years into our marriage, she decided to change careers from being a tax accountant to becoming a professional shopper. Luckily, my salary more than handled our lifestyle.
We built a house in a new subdivision. Our home was completed in the middle of a Milwaukee winter and we were one of the first occupants in the neighborhood. A few months later, several other homes neared completion including the house directly across the street from us. That spring, my wife noticed a large man working on the driveway across the street. We just assumed he was part of the home building crew. The driveway was being completed with concrete while nearly every other house had blacktop. A concrete driveway was an upgrade option with these houses, something we had installed at our home. My wife spoke with him and informed me he was the home owner. He laid concrete for a living so he installed his own driveway. He had a wife who was the same age as my wife. His name is Tony. His wife’s name is Michele.
I met both of them when the neighborhood had a block party to celebrate the start of summer. My wife and Michele became instant friends. I was a little more reserved. My work, education and background were in the sciences. Most of the men in the neighborhood were in the blue-collar trades. Nearly all of them smoked. I didn’t. In fact, I could not stand the smell of it. My wife and Michele didn’t smoke thank goodness. Michele would not be thought of as beautiful, but almost certainly a few young men would call her a MILF. I thought she was attractive. Her full figure was enticing to me.
Later that fall, my wife returned home after visiting her new friend. She said Michele’s computer was acting up and asked me to go over and see if I could fix the problem. It took me another week before I decided to help. I hated that she always volunteered me to do things without my permission. That weekend, I made time in the late afternoon to see what I could do. It was a warm autumn day, so I just wore shorts and golf shirt.
My wife had just started preparing dinner, so I knew it would take a little while. I crossed the street to see Michele concerning her computer problem. When arriving, I knocked on the door and heard “come in.” After pushing my way inside, I saw Michele in front of the kitchen sink washing dishes. She told me the computer seemed to be locked up and was located in the family room. I sat in the office chair and saw the “blue screen of death” on the monitor, so I reached over and restarted the computer by holding the power button down for ten seconds. It quickly restarted, then after several seconds the login screen appeared. I asked Michele for the password. She responded loud enough for me to hear clear across the room even with a wall between us. It was a simple password without numbers or symbols, so I just rolled my eyes thinking how unsecure that was. The computer loaded the home screen as normal. Nothing else appeared to be wrong. That took all of five minutes to complete.
I walked back into the kitchen and informed Michele the computer just needed a reset and appeared to be working correctly. She thanked me and continued washing dishes. That is when I looked at her full ass in those cutoff jeans shorts she always wore. I said “nice view” flirting with her as we always did with each other. Her response was to sway her hips back and forth while sticking her butt out. She never looked back at me. Michele and I always teased each other, but it never went pass innocent flirtation. However this time, I was getting a little tired of her cock tease as well as my wife volunteering me to fix other people’s things. I walked behind Michele and wrapped my arms around her for a hug, making certain to press my groin into her large ass.
“Why are you hugging me?” she asked. I ignored her. I had another thing in mind.
My hands drifted up her hips to her waist and then continued until they were just below her armpits and on the outside of her breasts. Michele was a little heavy for her age of 33, but that was probably due to previous childbirth weight she never lost. She was more muscular than plump. Some people would call her ‘big boned.’ I tried to imagine Michele’s strong thighs wrapped around my torso as I was pounding her. She was also a magnificent cook, so I’m sure she never felt like dieting. Her husband enjoyed every meal even though he needed to skip a few now and then. He was very overweight, probably pushing 300 pounds on a 5’11” frame. I’d bet a small fortune that Michele got tired of him lying on top of her during sex. I hated that for her and would try to resolve that problem too.
Michele is Italian and has that olive skin, brown eyes and black shoulder length hair like many of her ethnic group. Her husband said he was Greek, although he never knew his parents. He was fostered by several different couples, having a penchant for trouble in his youth. He has brown eyes, dark skin and course dark hair along with a heavy unruly black beard. Michele and he had been married for about five years. Michele’s only daughter of 10 was conceived by another man. They never married.
“What are you doing with your hands?” Michele asked even more concerned. “They seem to be in the wrong place.” I noticed she didn’t struggle or try to move my hands.
I continued to hold her against the kitchen sink by pressing my crotch into her ass. I replied “I just repaired your computer so now you owe me. You have been teasing me for months, so I want to see how far you are willing to go.” I’m confident Michele started feeling my raging hard-on pressing against her ass. It would have been hard to miss. She then started swaying her hips side to side driving her ass harder against my bulge. That was it. She needed to be taught a lesson.
I wrapped my hands around her full breasts and gave them a firm squeeze. Michele has large tits, probably a D-cup, but they were sagging a little from age, weight, gravity and childbirth. She wore a thin white t-shirt and large white bra to hold those melons. I continued to squeeze and massage her tits while pressing her into the sink with my groin and hips. Her nipples started to harden from excitement. Pinching her nipples a little hard made her squeal “not so hard. Tony might see the marks. You should probably stop now and go home. I’m sure your wife may start wondering what is taking so long.” I ignored her again and continued to grope her tits and lightly pinch her nipples.
Michele started to repeat herself “I said you should…” but I cut her off by roughly spinning her around and placing a firm kiss on her lips. She responded by kissing me back. We kissed for a few minutes using our lips and tongues. I then put my hand on top of her head and pushed her down to her knees, while continuing to trap her below the sink between the kitchen cabinet and myself. “It’s time to pay up” I said. No word from her.
I reached down and pushed my cargo shorts below my thighs. Not wanting to get any cum on my balls or pubic hair, I reached into my boxer-briefs and withdrew my erect cock through the fly hole. It sprang full mast only inches from Michele’s face. She gasped. But again, no screams or struggles.
My cock is a little over average length at just under seven inches while fully erect, but it has larger than average girth. I’ve always been happy with my length as it has allowed me to fully penetrate women. I can normally feel a woman’s cervix at the tip of my dick when pushing hard into her pussy. I know a lot of men with varying lengths can’t fully enter a woman’s canal without bottoming out or hurting her if they are too long. My girth also gives a tight fit on most women. I fully planned to find if that were true with Michele, but not during this visit.
As Michele remained in shock, I put the tip of my cock against her lips but did not push it in. I wanted to see if she would open her mouth willingly and accept my offering. She kept her lips closed so I pushed a little harder and penetrated her mouth with just my cockhead and waited for her response. After a few seconds, I was surprised to feel and hear sucking sounds as well as her tongue swirling around my head, so I continued to enter her eager mouth. I was certain to go slow given my girth. After entering about halfway, I decided to push further until her face was against my groin. Pushing even harder pinned her head against the kitchen cabinet with her mouth at the base of my cock. She made small gagging noises and pushed my hips back a little. I then held each side of her head and slowly withdrew my cock until just the tip was between her lips. She quickly gasped for air. I gave a few more thrusts being careful not to injure her jaws by going too far or too fast. She wrapped her arms around my hips with her hands on my ass and started to draw me in with every thrust.
I asked if I was hurting her, but she just shook her head and continued to suck without saying a word. I then started pumping in and out of her like a piston engine, ensuring my cock never left her lips. Each time I pulled back, Michele would gasp for air and then I would thrust forward again. When I thrust too far, she would gag and push me back a little, so I found a happy medium. After about three minutes, I reached down and pulled off her t-shirt to expose the top of those large tits. This gave her a chance to catch her breath. She looked up at me and smiled. I knew she was enjoying this as much as me. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor giving me full access to her large natural tits which I immediately cupped and fondled. What a great view I had from this angle (standing above her kneeled body while I pinned her head against the cabinet). This was the first time I saw her naked tits. Wow!
Michele took three quick breaths. This was my cue to continue fucking her mouth. The rhythmic thrusting of my hips along with the slurring sounds coming from her warm, wet mouth was driving me crazy. It thrilled me seeing my cock disappear into her mouth each time I pushed. After a few minutes, I started feeling my balls constrict so I knew the time was near.
Michele looked up at me as my orgasm neared, but I didn’t warn her when I shot my first load into her throat while fully penetrating her mouth. She immediately went wide-eyed, gagged, coughed and pushed my hips back a few inches. A little cum and spit spurted past her lips and onto my boxer-briefs. I was glad none of it landed on my balls or pubic hair. I could easily change my underwear when I got home. I wouldn’t need to shower and have my wife question why I needed one after fixing Michele’s computer. My cock was about halfway inside her when I shot the rest of my load in her mouth. I never released hold of her head ensuring she stayed in place. My cock continued to twitch for ten seconds.
When I totally emptied my balls, I withdrew my deflating cock past Michele’s lips. She then spit the rest of my spunk down her chin, which then dripped onto her chest. I wanted her to swallow my cum but I’m sure some of it went down her throat from my first shot. Feeling a little guilty the way I took her, I reached down and helped her to her feet. She looked incredible with my cum on her chin and chest. My jizz was slowly moving down between her tits and toward her belly. I reached out, stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then whispered in her ear “you were incredible.” I wasn’t going near her mouth (not with my cum on her lips). She had a few tears rolling down her cheek and her mascara was a little smeared. I don’t think she was sad or angry. Her tears were probably due to her gagging and coughing which caused her mascara to run.
Without saying a word, I put my deflated cock away and pulled up my cargo shorts. After one more squeeze of her tits, I gave her a smile then walked to the door. She never said anything although a smile was on her lips. As I closed the front door, I heard Michele rinsing her mouth at the kitchen sink and spitting out any of my remaining spunk. I can only assume she finished the dishes and went up to the bathroom to cleanup before her husband returned. After all, she didn’t want to kiss him with my cum residue still on her tongue, chin and chest. Or maybe she did.
By the time I crossed the street, I saw Tony’s truck pull into his driveway. He always came home dirty from working construction so I knew he would head up for a shower. I yelled over to him to give Michele a warning of his imminent arrival, and then crossed the street to speak with him. This also allowed more time for her to clean herself while I spoke with him about their computer. I yammered on for a few minutes about stuff unrelated to what I did to fix the computer. He had no idea. It was way over his head, but he listened patiently probably thinking what a nerd I was. He thanked me and turned toward the door. On my way home, I turned and gave him the middle finger saying to myself “I just took your wife in her eager mouth and fed her my seed. Enjoy kissing your wife shithead. Next time I plan to fuck your wife’s brains out.”