A couple of days after my parent/teacher meeting with Mrs. Boyd (whose first name I found out was Lisa). Zack brought home a note from school. It was in an envelope that was sealed. When he finally got around to giving it to me, I opened it quickly and read, "Our meeting was very productive and you and I both came to the point quickly. I admire your thrust, getting fully into the opening and remaining on the topic until the matter was resolved to both our satisfaction."
She enclosed her personal email address.
I waited a couple of days before responding. It killed me to wait, I felt like a horny teenager playing the game of not letting her know that I "liked" her, if by "like" you mean I want her to suck my cock and open her legs for me again. My cock got hard every time I thought about our recent session in the back seat of my Suburban.
When I did respond I apologized for the delay in getting back to her. I told her that the meeting was exciting and pleasurable for me as well. Then I asked her if this was a good email to use for more personal correspondence.
We started a week or so of teasing emails which I hoped would get me in her again.
Finally, I made an overture for a Friday evening that I knew Zack would be spending at his mother's home. I made several excuses she could use for her husband and promised I'd have her on the way home by 11.
We finally arranged for Friday evening, as a "Home Visit."
"You can't miss it," I emailed, "It's the biggest house on the street."
A few hours later I heard a car in the driveway followed closely by footsteps approaching the door. I opened the door to Lisa. She looked stunning. Wearing a pencil skirt that came just above her knees, a crisp white blouse that buttoned up the front (with a couple of buttons undone to show cleavage), and black stilettos.
"Wow," I said, "You look stunning."
She blushed a bit as I escorted her into the entry hall.
"Let me give you the tour," I said.
We walked around the house, to the gourmet kitchen, though I admitted that I was only adequate at making a couple of things. We continued through the great room with its large fireplace and a view of the lake, the boat dock, and the outside covered patio that extended to the pool with a connecting spa/hot tub.
After the tour of the first floor, we went up the winding marble stairway to the second floor. My office, the home theater, and the bedrooms. I pointed out Zack's room near the theater room.
Last was the tour of the primary suite with its large attached bathroom.
As we walked toward the attached bathroom, I noticed her glancing at the king-size bed. I'm sure she noticed that it had already been turned down and was covered by just a sheet. She didn't say anything at the time.
We finished the tour upstairs on the balcony off the master bedroom overlooking the lake.
"OK, now for that drink," I said.
We went back downstairs to the great room and I said, "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
I quickly returned to ask what sort of drink she would like.
"Surprise me," she said.
She was sitting on the couch when I returned with her drink. "A dirty martini for the lady," I said as I offered the tray with two drinks. She took one and said, "Thank you."
I set the tray on the coffee table and raised my glass. "To an evening of stimulating conversation," I said.
She smiled at me with a look that could only say that she knew exactly what I meant.
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I sat down next to her and we talked about a number of things. My career as a financial advisor. My life, my hobbies of boating and swimming -- I was a swimmer at college, my son and the acrimony between me and my ex-wife.
I then shifted the conversation to her. I asked her straight away if she had always had big tits, and if so, I bet she was popular with the boys in high school and college.
She blushed a bit at my personal question, but slowly she started to loosen up and answered. No, she didn't always have such large "tits," that they came along after her pregnancy. She wasn't anything spectacular in high school or college. There were plenty of other girls with "big ones" at both her high school and college.
She did confess to being a skilled and eager cocksucker, learning in high school and perfecting her skills in college.
She did admit that her exquisite tits were due to the birth of her daughter. Before she was a C cup (an ample bra full for the boys in high school and college), but during her pregnancy, they grew to massive proportions of the DD bra she now fills.
I teased her about being a MILF and advised her that I have a special place in my fantasies for MILFs.
After a couple of additional dirty martinis Lisa opened up and told me that after the birth of her daughter and the major changes to her body, she developed a compulsive need for sex. It got to be more than her husband could provide. Over the past several months there have been many evenings, like tonight, with men other than her husband. Men she barely knew. Some, she confided, were exciting and satisfied her, some were very disappointing.
I was dumbstruck at her words, but she continued by telling me that she must be completely discrete, that if the people at school ever found out about her needs and strong desires her job would be in jeopardy.
I assured her that I understood and that I would honor her need for complete silence and discretion, but God, I was so fucking turned on by her words. Skilled cocksucker, has big tits, and fucks guys other than her husband and he is OK with it.
I was sure he was getting his share, but, damn, she wanted more. I realize I am a pig in always seeking out married women to fuck, but this is like public service for her and her husband.
So, with all that said, I put down my drink and moved to her, and kissed her passionately. She eagerly returned the kiss. We kissed, talked some more, and went back to kissing. She pressed her full, firm breasts against me as we made out like two horny teenagers.
I found myself laying on my back with my head resting on the arm of the sofa and she was laying on top of me.
I felt my cock harden and I could see her nipples were hard through her blouse. She slowly ground herself against my cock.
After several minutes of the exquisite pleasure of grinding against my cock, she pulled back from our deep kiss. She looked at me and said, "Are we going to do it here?"
"We can if you want to," I said, "but I believe we'd be more comfortable upstairs."
She slowly moved off me and stood near the couch as I got up. A smile crossed my face as I leaned in again to kiss her.
I took her hand and we started upstairs to the bedroom. "Do you want me to undress you, or do you want to do it for me," I asked.
Once we reached the bedroom, she went to the far side of the bed, turned and looked at me, and reached down to take off her shoe. "No, don't," I said, "You leave them on for now?"
She smiled and moved to the buttons on the front of her blouse. Slowly, one by one, she unbuttoned them and slipped the blouse off, and draped it over a nearby chair. "God, your tits in that bra are breathtaking," I said.
She smiled and reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt and slid it slowly off.
She stepped out of the skirt and reached down to get it and place it on the chair with her blouse.
