I WOULDN'T LEAVE HER LIKE THAT TODAY
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Oh yes, we were ready. More than ready. Sallie Jo and I had been flirting for a long while. A little kiss here and a little kiss there; attempts to touch everywhere.
When our spouses were gone, we'd inevitably, end up on the phone talking about what we wanted to do to each other. Last time, we decided we were going to do it, devour each other and never look back.
When the day came, my wife was out of town at her mother's. That made it easy to call in sick to work. The boss gave me no trouble either. All of us guys got paid time and a half on weekends so there was no shortage of grunt labor to fill in for me. It wouldn't show up in my pay either; I'd sold my old rifle the week before, and figured that'd make up for a short paycheck.
I called her first thing after I was sure her kids had left for school and learn she had to be gone all morning, but that she'd be back home around lunch-time for the rest of the day.
"I can hardly wait," she said with an urgency in her voice that got me all stirred up.
"Me, neither." And that was the God's truth. I quickly filled her in on the rest of my plan.
"I plan to drive down the road behind your house and slip through the woods into your back yard. You know, to make sure nobody's hangin' around."
"Sounds like a plan to me big boy," she said, "I"ll leave the back door open for you if the coast is clear. If it isn't, then I will keep it closed."
I called her first thing after I was sure her kids had left for school and learned she had to be gone all morning, but that she'd be back home around lunch-time for the rest of the day.
I was so eager to get into her pants, I could think of nothing else for the rest of the morning. I had waited for so long and for months, had teased her, boasted of how I was going to please her. But now, sitting and waiting for the hours to pass, I began to worry . . . what if I cum too quick? What if this and that . . . I finally convinced myself that I should jerk off before I left, just to make sure there was no premature ejaculation when we actually did it.
When the time came, I drove to a cove that sat straight across the woods from her mobile home. I got out and began to walk.
The woods were thicker than I thought. That forced me to tear through briars to make my way through the thickets. That and worrying about what was going to happen once I got there, made me work up a sweat. But my animal lust pushed me onward. There was no way, I wasn't going to show up after all I'd had to go through. Hopefully, the coast would be clear and I could at last, have my first affair
Always before, I was too worried to mess around with women in our neighborhood. They were all blabbermouths and couldn't keep a secret if their life depended upon it. But my sweetheart was not like them. I saw that right away after she moved to town. And now, after two years of watching her in action, I was more convinced than ever she was a good woman and one who kept to herself and wouldn't tell anybody.
That was important to me because I was not interested in screwing up my life. Just screwing, for some relief, I told myself. It's not like she was anti-social or anything. She and her husband were a fun couple and the four of us had often spent time together as couples. That's how we first grew crazy about each other, but neither of us, ever let on anything in front of our spouses, or anyone else for that matter.
As far as anyone else was concerned, we were nothing but friends. But when we got the chance to grab a quick feel or a hot passionate kiss, we always went for it--once of course--we made sure we were out of sight from our spouses.
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When I reached her back yard. I could see the door of her mobile home open. I began to walk out of the woods and cross the open back yard. All of a sudden the dogs began to bark at me. I sure didn't want any neighbors to see me going in her back door. To be on the safe side, I stopped at the edge of the woods and looked around to see if anyone was looking.
Once I saw the coast was clear, I decided to make a run for the door--but just as I did--it shut! I did a belly flop and laid there scared to death. The only thing I could figure, was someone must have drove up and that was why she'd shut the door. Nothing else made sense.
Not knowing what to do, I stayed put for about ten minutes peering out from the big bush where I'd landed. I was about to make a run back to my truck, when suddenly the door opened and there she stood in the doorway looking my way. I whistled to her so she would see me.
"Hey," she hollered out, "come on in."
Then that damn door slammed shut again.
She opened it up and hollered out again, "It's okay, Tommy, the wind keeps blowing it shut."
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As you might imagine, it was a relief to get up and walk inside to the living-room. My mouth was as dry as cotton and my hair was wet with sweat. Just like he rest of me. She got me relaxed though, when she moved close and gave me a passionate kiss. It was obvious by that time, that she was going to take the lead, as she walked me toward the bedroom.
"Did you lock the front door, Sallie Jo?"
"No, it's no use. Even when it is locked, it comes open if you push on it."
Shit. That really settled my nerves. Not!
Once in the bedroom she let go and I went into it's master bath.
I undressed and standing there completely naked, started digging in my wallet for a condom, but couldn't find the damned thing. She'd asked me to wear one--now, here I was, without one--In a panic because I couldn't find it.
Good Gawd! I'd come this far, and now I might not get any, simply because I couldn't find a condom? How dumb could one guy be!
As I was standing there giving myself hell, she came walking from the bathroom in the nude. She gave me such a sexy smile with her wicked looking bedroom eyes, that I melted into mush as I watched her spread out a towel on the bed for us.
"Baby, I can't find the condom . . . I know I put one in here, just for today . . . "
"Don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand, "come on over here."
I walked over to the bed and stood there with my flaccidness just inches from her face. I was kind of waiting for her to take hold of it and make it hard. But she didn't offer to touch it.
Since she was laying on the edge of the bed and the other side was against the trailer wall, I climbed over her. I lay beside her and began to kiss her. I massaged her perky little breast and moved down to suck and lick them, but strangly enough, I got no response out of her for my efforts.
Not ready to give up, I reached down and placed my palm over her beautiful bush--my fingers found her opening and moisture too. A good sign, I thought.
Slowly, I began rubbing her steadily hardening clit as I heard her moan.
"Tommy, you'd better put it in . . ."
"I'm not hard yet," I told her.
I knew I should have been, but my nerves were up in my throat. Then, I felt her hand grab my cock and her fingers wrap around it. After two or three strokes, she said, "Baby, I think it's hard enough now . . . "
I crawled up between her legs and aimed my semi-hard cock toward her honey hole.
She helped me find it and I slid part way inside and began to stroke back and forth. Soon I was very hard and all the way inside, but still, I was not getting the response I wanted from her, so I began going faster and faster, trying to find what she liked.
I looked down at her and she smiled up at me. My gold medalian necklace was swinging back and forth as I rode her tight pussy. We were definitely in the groove, but then I heard something and looked up, and noticed she had looked up too, that she was looking down the hallway and for the first time, I noticed there was no bedroom door.
Sallie Jo kept her head turned to her left, sorta like she was expecting someone to walk down that hallway.
I couldn't help it. This really bothered me. Here I was, trying everything from fast to slow to in-between to get her to cum for me and she's distracted. She might as well have been reading a book. Besides, if someone looked down that hallway, we'd be caught. We would have been the first sight, no door and two people fucking at the end of the hall.
I finally lowered myself down from my palms to my elbows and put my head between her and the hallway. I began nibbling on her neck and earlobe and all at once she was responsive--I felt her pussy fucking me back. Her pelvis rose and was meeting me thrust for thrust.
Her pussy get so hot that I thought it was going to burn me. I mean, I have never felt a pussy that hot before or since. The heat was actually burning my cock. Her juices were flowing and she began to moan. I finally had her attention and I was going to make her cum on my cock. I had promised it and I was going to fulfill that promise.
I felt so damn good inside of her like that. Then from nowhere, I felt my cum boiling up. Thoughts raced through my head. What am I gonna do now? How and hell am I gonna control this? If I change my pace, will it slow her down and me up? If we can't cum together, shouldn't I at least cum first?
The only thing left for me to do, was to come to to a complete stop. Then without warning, she hollered out.
"OH YEEEEESSS! Don't stop, don't stop!"
Trying to last for her, I began stroking again, but had a hell of a time keeping my cum from exploding. Just as I was gaining control of my cock, all at once there was a loud noise from inside the house. And I mean a big boom!
"Shit! Now what? I growled and then froze in place on my knees.
I vaugely remember withdrawing my cock from her hot hole and getting to my feet, standing there ready to run. All I remember for sure, is that I was standing and my cock wasn't.
"What was that?" I whispered.
Looking as scared as I felt, she shook and spoke barely above a whisper.
"I don't know!" She said, I just don't know."
I had no choice, I had to investigate the noise. I was no longer thinking, just reacting as I ran into her master bath to look out the window.
It was a tiny fogged window near the ceiling, like most mobile homes have. I walked back into the bedroom where she was in a fetal position with the covers pulled over her. I took off nude down the hallway, my cock dangling between my legs.
Like I said, my brain was on overdrive, and my body shaking, in a total panic as thoughts raced through my head and I cautiously worked my way down the hall mumbling to myself.
"Really using my head here ain't I? What am I doing? Here I am in another man's house in bed with his wife . . . walking down his hallway in the nude . . . And WHERE IN HELL, did that loud noise come from?"
I made it to the living-room and could look outside the windows all around. There was nothing out there.
I walked back to the bedroom with my heart in my throat and shaking like a leaf.
I tried to talk to her in a whisper, but my voice was wavering so bad, it's a wonder she made out what I was saying.
Then she bolted up in bed and started laughing.
"Oh, I know what it was," she said excitedly looking down the hall.
What? I finally squeaked out.
"It's that damn washing machine. It's been giving us so much trouble, my uncle ended up taking out the safety switch. It runs with the lid up. I can see from here, that the lid fell down."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, relax, I put a load of clothers in just before you came in and I must have left the lid up. It's happened before--when the washer hits the spin cycle--it makes the lid slam shut when it kicks off."
The clock and the washing machine don't lie. Here I thought we'd been fucking for a long time, but judging by the clock, it wasn't. Relieved, I went back to bed and tried to "re-heat" her, get her going again.
This woman had such a fine ass, it was driving me crazy. But I was determined, that before we were through, I was gonna get my fill of it. Still, I kept thinking I'd better stay on the towel and not get anything on the sheets her husband might find later--maybe it was that--along with the shock of the noise, that kept playing with my mind. Anyways, I kept trying to get hard again, but my cock refused to cooperate. It definitely had a mind of its own. Even with both of her hands pumping my cock, I couldn't get it back up again after the loud noise had made it fall.
Too make matters worse, she told me the kids would be home from school soon, so I'd have to get dressed.
As she got up and I watched that fine ass walking away, I did what any desperate man would do: I begged.
Wrapping my arms around her and pressing my flaccid penis against that fine ass, I pleaded,
"Just a few more minutes," I told her, "It will get back up, I'm sure. Please don't take it away!"
But did she take mercy on me? No, she went to the bathroom and wet two washcloths. One for her and the other for me . . . we washed up and got dressed. I kissed her goodbye and apologized for leaving her only half fucked.
"Nerves, baby," she said in a knowing way, "it happens."
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I walked back through the woods to my truck and once I felt like I was a safe distance from her house, I stopped to piss . . . AND can you believe? I had a rock hard cock I had to push downward to keep from pissing up into the air.
"NOW, you get hard, you traitor!" I told it, "Shame on you!"
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I talked to her again a couple of times. But have not seen her in years now. She got a divorce and moved away. I think about her every now and then, and sometimes dream of running into her again.
Silly as it may sound, there's something in me, that wants to finish the job that I started.
Can't help it. I still hate what I did. Leaving her like that. I should have snuck back to her house the next day and taken her to a motel, kept her there, and fucked her until she couldn't cum anymore. Made sure she was satisfied.
The good news is, I learned my lesson, and today, I'd never leave a woman hurtin' like that with a half-fucked pussy and feeling unloved.
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Epilogue: After that mishap, it never worked out for Sallie Jo and me--she got a divorce from her hubby--two years later, he went to prison. Then Sallie moved away. Where, I don't know. Just the same, I think about her every now and then, and hope someday, I'll run into her and get a second chance. I'd still like to try and redeem myself.
THE END.
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