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. Part 6 of 7
About fourteen years had passed since I last saw Michele. I knew she and Tony divorced about a year after he left, but didn’t have any other knowledge of her whereabouts. She and my wife were friends and I also had a marital split about the same time. My ex-wife had moved out of state. I moved into a townhouse about ten miles from my previous home. Michele had hardly crossed my mind until one day I saw her across the aisle in a grocery store. I seriously thought about hiding.
After seeing me, Michele smiled, waved and walked toward me. I was hoping she didn’t slap me across the face again. That would have been embarrassing in the middle of the produce section. However, she wrapped her arms around me in a big embrace and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“How have you been? I’m sorry about your divorce. Not sure if you knew, but Tony and I also split not long after Wade was born.” I made the conclusion that Wade was the name of the boy I fathered. Oh no, was she expecting some paternity money?
Michele then asked if we could grab a drink and catch up on the many years. I lied and told her I had work plans and needed to head out right away. She then asked for my address and phone number. After a little hesitancy, I scribbled both on the back of a cereal box in her shopping cart. I was surprised that I wrote both correctly. I wondered if that was a mistake.
It had been a few days with no contact when my phone rang late Saturday morning. It was Michele asking me out to dinner. I did not feel like going out so I asked if she prefer a home cooked meal and invited her over for dinner that night. During that afternoon, I soon realized I had very little in terms of food or drink in my refrigerator. I jumped in my car and drove to my favorite Italian bistro where I picked up two appetizers and two entrees. I also stopped at the liquor store for a few bottles of red wine.
When I got home, I plated the food and placed them in the oven to keep warm. I discarded the restaurant containers in the garbage chute to hide any evidence of my lie. I also put a few pots and pans in the sink and ran water in them. This should be enough to fool Michele. I had just enough time to jump in the shower and change clothes.
Michele arrived at my door a few minutes early. She wore a stunning black dress, black stockings and ivory heels. Her breast stood round and proud showing cleavage in the low neckline. She also had taken the time to apply makeup and style her hair. I never realized how attractive she was until I saw her in the doorway. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” she asked whimsically.
I swung the door open to allow her to pass. Michele’s hair had a few streaks of grey and she had a few wrinkles, otherwise she seemed to be nearly the same as before. She walked past me lightly brushing her hand across my chest. I got a slight whiff of her perfume. She then planted another kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear “you look as good as ever. Good enough to eat.”
We sat, ate, drank, talked and laughed for hours. I looked up at the clock and saw it was past 11PM already. Michele had been here more than five hours. The time seemed to fly by. I asked “it’s getting late. Do you need to head home?” She said she could stay as long and I wanted her. Both her kids were teenagers and could take care of themselves. “Great” I said.
Michele then stood, took my hand and led me to my bedroom. She sat at the edge of my bed to remove her heels and black stockings. Then she stood and motioned me to unzip her dress. When I did, it fell to the floor. She kicked it aside. I checked out her ass. It was still large and round as ever.
Michele then turned to face me. I was shocked to see the same black thong panties and lacy pushup bra she had worn before. She smiled and said “see, I told you these were only for your benefit. I wasn’t sure they still fit, but it seems they do. I haven’t worn them since you got me pregnant. What do you think?” She gave me a smile and wink.
“I think they still look great on you. You are just as sexy as I remember.” I disregarded the pregnancy comment. Michele then completely undressed me and told me to lie in the middle of my bed. I complied. It had been nearly ten years since I had sex, so I was ready to bust a ball in her, on her, or wherever she wanted.
Michele started to get in my bed then quickly stood and said “guess I won’t need these.” She dropped her panties and step out of them. Then she started to unclasp her bra and stopped. “Oh I forgot. You prefer I leave this on to show off my cleavage.” Now at 49 years, her body looked the same as it did when she was 33 years old. Mine was a little less forgiving. At six years her senior, I had fifty percent grey hair and had to wear reading glasses for any font smaller than 20 point. It sucks getting old.
Michele crawled up between my legs and stopped when her face was just above my crotch. I was already full mast when she took my member between her lips and started to suck. This time she was humming and moaning with each stroke. The buzzing from her lips drove me crazy. She looked me in the eyes and said “don’t you dare cum. I plan to fuck your brains out. Now stay where you are and let me ride you. Don’t worry about unloading inside me. My pregnancy days have passed.” She then mounted me. Her thighs were as large and strong as ever.
After five minutes of heavy humping, Michele grabbed my waist and started to lift my body as she drove down hard on my cock. She was moving so hard and fast I thought she might break me. She definitely meant to fuck my brains out. Another ten minutes passed as well as two of her orgasms. Even though her pussy seemed a little looser than I remembered, her climax would cause her walls to constrict around my shaft. Two more thrusts then I unloaded my seed inside her. I was grunting and convulsing with each spurt. Michele just smiled and said “what, you need fifteen minutes before we go again?”
I told Michele it might be longer. After all, I was no longer in my thirties. At 55 years old I expected a minimum of thirty minutes to rest and recover.
Michele said “fine, thirty minutes it is. I expect no more.” She laid her head on my stomach and seemed to be watching the clock. Had her sexual appetite grown this much, or was it due to our affair we started sixteen years ago?
Thirty minutes later (it seemed to be within seconds of thirty minutes), Michele started stroking and kissing my deflated cock. She continued kissing and stroking me, and then took me in her mouth. I could hear and feel sucking sounds and her humming. In no time at all I was ready to go again. At least according to her. I preferred to wait another hour or two.
Michele lie face down on the bed and propped two pillows under her hips. She motioned me to get behind her. I wasn’t certain which hole she wanted, so I played it safe and entered her pussy. It was already sopping wet. As I started thrusting inside her, she stopped me after three strokes and said to take her in the ass. She lifted her ass even higher than the pillows had done.
I immediately withdrew my cock and lubed the tip with her juices. Michele was so wet she was leaking down her crotch onto my sheets. There was a small puddle on the bed between her open legs. I entered her ass with a little effort. She looked back at me and said “I want at least three orgasms.”
Michele’s ass was as tight as I remembered. It constricted my cock with each thrust from entry until I bottomed out. My balls were slapping on her pussy lips as I thrust in. It took less than five minutes for her to reach an anal orgasm. She held up one finger. Then another followed ten minutes later...two fingers. As I continued thrusting in Michele’s ass she said “fuck my ass harder. You won’t break me. You already took my anal cherry so you can hammer away. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!!!” She yelled so loud I was positive most of my neighbors heard her.
Finally I emptied my balls deep inside her rectum. Almost immediately after, Michele had another orgasm probably from my cock twitching. She finally stopped bucking and weakly held up three fingers.
Michele then pulled away from my still hard cock and turned to lie face up. She instructed me to straddle her shoulders and enter her mouth. I did as ordered and began mouth fucking this bitch. Finally my cock softened and was ready for a break. However, Michele refused to release my cock from her mouth by pulling my hip toward her. She continued sucking until I had to ask her to stop. When did she become such a tramp?
I collapsed on the bed. She turned and lie next to me trying to kiss my mouth. I pulled away and said we needed to shower and freshen up before we go any further. I definitely didn’t want her anal fluid or my own sperm in my mouth. I draw the line there.
We slept for about two hours and then decided to shower. She brushed her teeth with my electric toothbrush, but only after she rinsed her mouth with water and mouthwash.
Michele turned to me and said “let me know when you are ready to go again. I’m not finished with you. I need fifteen years worth of sucking and fucking to make up for lost time.”
I replied “okay. Where do you want to start?”
Michele pointed to her mouth and said “I want you to fuck my mouth as hard and fast as you did my ass. Don’t stop until I swallow ever bit of your cum.”
She then walked to the bed and lay face up with her head and shoulders supported by three pillows. She opened her mouth and pointed to her tongue. She placed her arms above her head. I took that as my signal to straddle her torso. Instead of moving close to her mouth, I placed my cock under the center bra strap she had put on and between her tits. I dropped a little anal lube in her cleavage that I had in my night stand, the same tube I had when I fucked her ass fifteen years ago. I started titty fucking her. Each time my cock head appeared between her tits, Michele would open her mouth and stick out her tongue. I don’t think she expected me to shoot my load between her tits and into her mouth. That was probably for my benefit.
She wrapped her hands around my hips and brought me close. I tried to push pass her lips still with a half erection. She kept her mouth closed so I had to work hard to get past her lips. I think she was trying to mimic her other opening. Once inside, I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock. This brought me to a full erection almost immediately. I looked down and enjoyed how my cock’s girth stretched her jaws. Michele didn’t seem to care as she started bobbing her head with my thrusts. It must have taken thirty minutes for me to cum. I expect her jaws would be sore as hell. As I released my load, she clamped down on my cock. It felt like I shot five or six loads in her clinched mouth.
Finally I pulled out passed her lips all while she continued to suck. Michele move up to show me the small amount of spunk on her tongue and said in disgust “where is the rest of your cum? I think you only gave me a teaspoon full.” She then swallowed and snapped “you will do this again after your balls refill. I need at least a shot glass worth of cum to make me happy. It should take me three or four swallows to take it down my throat, not one.”
I don’t recall ever ejaculating a shot glass worth of jizz in my life. What the hell had become of Michele? She was flirty and somewhat shy at 33 years old, so who was this vulgar woman in my bed? Now she wanted to dominate me with each experience. Did I create a monster?
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, with her legs wrapped around mine and her head on my shoulder. She snored a little, probably because I wore her out. I thought that was cute. She definitely wore me out. I would have like to sleep for twelve hours.
I woke around 10AM with morning wood. I was still half asleep when I felt a little weight on my lower abdomen. I also felt wetness at my crotch. Did I have a wet dream? I looked down and saw Michele’s head bobbing up and down. She took advantage of my morning wood. It actually felt great to wake up to a blowjob. My ex-wife never did this. There was a lot of slurping and humming down there.
I was now wide awake and able to fully enjoy Michele pleasuring my cock. I had time to recover and felt my balls were completely full again. Within five minutes I release a flood of spunk in her. All the while I was bucking my hip upward to drive deeper into her mouth. She then sucked as hard as she could while slowly withdrawing from my cock.
Michele moved up to greet me with a smile. She opened her mouth to show me a large quantity of jizz and proceeded to swallow. Two or three times she swallowed. Some had leaked out of the corners of her mouth so she used her tongue and fingers to put it back. She swallowed one last time. She opened her mouth to show it was all gone. Michele had the biggest grin I’d seen from her and then said “yummy. You definitely gave me a shot glass worth of cum. It was the best tasting cum I ever had. Thank you.” It was probably only two teaspoons, definitely not a shot glass worth, although I did appreciate her saying that.
She then got dressed and left my townhome. I was a little relieved. It gave me a chance to sleep another eight hours.