This is a tale I wrote some time ago after sitting in my armchair thinking back to some of the people I had met when I was a young man.
I had driven taxis briefly but this is not a true story, just a product of my mind. Set in an Australian city. Any mistakes are mine. I must thank my proof reader, she does a great job. Enjoy!
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Talk about timing, I had just finished filling her tight sheath with my thick baby batter when the bedroom light went on.
I rolled off her and looked at the figure in the doorway. He stood there glaring at the pair of us and then started yelling. She was the target of his wrath apparently, not me, which I found strange because normally the aggrieved partner tends to get violent towards strangers in the marital bed. At least that is what I had been told by several of my more uncouth friends.
He was yelling, "How happy you must be, you bitch...you bitch, I begged you for your forgiveness. All I did was screwed your best friend.
"Get out, you bastard, I hate you," in a vitriolic tone.
A shoe flying past his ear accompanied her message. Then the second shoe clocked him on the forehead. At that, he took off, disappearing down the hall and leaving through the front door slamming it rather loudly.
Turning towards her I remarked how interesting all that was.
"Does he always get upset like that?"
She burst out laughing and said, "No, you idiot, he has never had reason to before.
Hmmm - I thought interesting.
I suppose I should back track a bit and explain how this scenario came about. Driving a taxi doing the day shift (part time I was still at uni in my final year) she opened the passenger door and sat down and gave me the address.
During the journey we got talking and introduced ourselves, she was Maree, I was Rob short for Robert. We enjoyed the discussion about the local politician-he had been caught in a comprising position using his party's funds to finance several visits to his abode by ladies of the night.
His career was not helped when the media discovered his ex wife supplied the said ladies. Oh what a lovely juicy scandal it was turning out to be.
Arriving at her home, she surprised me by an invitation to go inside to continue our chat over a drink. Alas, I had to decline as the taxi had to be returned to the depot for the night driver to take over.
On a brighter note, she lived within two minutes of the drop off and in fact a mere five minutes from my parents' place, where I still lived. (Students suffer in silence while accepting the largesse supplied by said parents)
"No problem at all according to Maree, return the taxi and come back here for dinner. That is if you have a car and you want to." Who was I to demur? Telling her I would be back as soon as I could, I left her.
To make life easier, I did call into home after picking up my chariot, to let mother know I would be absent most of the night and not to worry. Experience has proven this to be a prudent move.
Upon my return forty five minutes later, the lovely lady met me at the front door smiling her welcome. Like me, she had changed into casual clothes and she looked hot.
Rich brunette hair, falling to her shoulders in waves, a pair of vibrant green eyes along with luscious lips under the cutest button nose just did it for me. Her body looked very trim with a nice rack and a lovely butt. She was beautiful.
For that matter I'm not too shabby either or so I have been told. Fair haired with piercing blue eyes, a strong looking chin. My body was hard from the workout regime I had in place.
Entering the house I was shown to the kitchen where she poured me a glass of wine, while asking me, "Is pasta okay for our meal?" Then she smiled and said, "It has better be because that is what we are having." I do love a forceful woman!
Our discussion resumed during the meal, more wine was consumed and then even more chat. The time had flown by and we were enjoying each other's company a lot, I thought.
This woman had the ability to surprise me. Twirling the stem of her glass she asked me if I would, how did she say it, take her to bed and ravish her for hours with a please tossed in at the end. At least that is what I thought she said, my mind blanked at the words, "Ravish me."
I managed to nod my head emphatically at this plan of action. While my little head started its' rise to the occasion.
Holding my hand, she led me into the master bedroom where she kissed me. Now we have all been kissed with varying degrees of success, but this kiss was pure magic. Lips meeting with the right amount of pressure, tongue use and time. It was so good we had to repeat it just to see if it could be beaten. Nope, a dead heat maybe, with that, our hands got busy and suddenly our clothes were a messy pile on the floor.
Lying on the bed our bodies became one as I slowly inserted the head of my cock into her wet opening. (note; I could have used words such as colossal tossle or turgid paddy wacker, maybe cave of wetness along with sweet wonder, but I'm just a practical idiot so I didn't).
Did I pound her and make her scream, not bloody likely, I'm built way too big for ramming, besides my lady asked me to be gentle after she saw what I was offering her. How could I resist?
Before the insertion of my spear, we had practised our kissing some more and fingers had worked their way along our heaving flesh. Mine had found the above mentioned wetness and tickled the little nub above the entrance, her fingers decided to wrap themselves around my hip and tried to make me roll on top of her. Her message was getting stronger by the second so I acquiesced to with a sigh. Gawd, this sounds like a report that I would hand into my Law Lecturer so I will try and improve on the descriptive effort.
Pulling back to get a good look at her, my mind went into numb mode sending subliminal messages along the lines of she is so beautiful. Look at those pink nipples sitting on those sweet perky breasts. They were just begging to be kissed so lowering my lips I obliged. This resulted in a moan and a fierce tug on my hip, it was time, so I rose to my knees and positioned myself between her now open legs.
Her fingers grabbed hold of my weapon and slapped it against the opening before lining it up for me to gently enter her. She squealed and then whimpered as I managed to bury half of my sausage in her wet tight channel. Stopping to allow her time to adjust to me, our lips merged again and I eased back until only the head was inside before another slow push forward. Moaning sounds erupted from her mouth. Repeating this steady movement seemed to appease her as our hips met when I drove in and she thrust hers up to meet mine.
Gradually my strokes got faster and I could feel her clamping her walls on my cock just before she reached her zenith. This put me over the edge, my release exploded deep inside of her.
Then the light came on!
Maree burst into tears with the slamming of the door, I gathered her into my arms and held her tightly while she sobbed her anguish. When she had finally stopped crying I released her and went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean her tear covered face.
After we had cleaned ourselves, we went back to the kitchen where I put the kettle on. Making us coffee seemed to calm her. Taking her seat, she asked me, "Would you like to know what all of that was about?"
"Yes please."
"Two weeks ago, I found a pair of panties in the pocket of one of his suit coats he wanted me to drop off at the dry cleaners for him. Later that night I challenged him about them, he admitted they belonged to his PA.
So clichéd hey, but he has been acting funny for about three months now. He hasn't been bothering me so often in the bedroom, late nights, mysterious phone calls. All these clues and still I had no idea he was playing around elsewhere for certain, I suspected it but had no real evidence."
When I produced the panties, he confessed. He had been having an affair with his PA but wanted to stay with me. The worst bit was, she was my best friend.
I kicked him out telling him our marriage was finished. Tonight was the first time I have seen him since that night.
I thought she was going to cry again so I put my arm around her, she regained her composure.
I had to ask, "So will this be a case of getting back at him, I hope, not because I would really like to see you again."
"No, you heard me tell him to get out and not come back."
"Good because I think you're beautiful and I want more of you. I'm a poor law student right now but I will be finished with my degree in six months. I have a position lined up with a large firm. Of course, passing the bar is the next move after that."
She burst into laughter, this I thought that was a tad harsh.
