It was a mostly normal day at work. Running around like crazy, helping my team out, keeping everybody calm, putting out fires, etc. Halfway through the day, I got a text from Michelle, asking if I could stop by her house right after work and help her with something. I pressed her, trying to figure out what it was, but she wouldn't tell me. Knowing Michelle, I was instantly suspicious, but told her I would come.
An hour before I left, I went up to Taylor, my wife and Michelle's sister, and told her what Michelle wanted me to do and asked if she had any clue about it. With a mischievous look in her eyes, Taylor just shrugged and said I should be a good brother-in-law and go help her sister.
Right before I left, I kissed Taylor's forehead and told her goodbye. She simply said, "Have fun with Michelle. I can't wait to hear what happens."
As I drove the short distance to her house, I had a feeling what was going to happen.
Michelle answered in sleek, dark joggers and a fitted athleisure top with long sleeves and a high collar, zipped just low enough to suggest curves beneath. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and there was a sheen to her skin like she'd just finished a light workout. "Hey," she said, stepping back with that slow smirk. "Glad you could make it."
"Did I have a choice?" I laughed as I walked into her house.
"You always have a choice, Christopher," Michelle said as she led me into her kitchen and leaned against the counter. I briefly caught a glimpse of her cleavage before she asked, "So, just between you and me, who gives a better blowjob? Me or Taylor?"
I shook my head as I smiled and said, "Obviously, Taylor."
Michelle dropped her jaw in mock surprise and said, "From what I hear, she can't even take all of you down her throat."
"She makes up for it in other ways," I said.
"Oh yeah? Like all these kinks she's discovering? Being tied up? Cummed on? Outdoors? You know she tells me everything, right?" Michelle asked, a hint of knowing in her eyes.
I shrugged and said, "I figured she had to be getting the ideas from somewhere."
"Nope," Michelle said, starting to play with the zipper on her jacket. "It's all her. But, do you want to know what my kink is?"
"Seducing older, married men?" I teased her, as I twisted the wedding ring on my finger.
"Ish. Its in the danger. Doing things I'm not supposed to be doing. I bet you'd be shocked at the number of men I've slept with since I got married," Michelle said, leaving her zipper half undone, her sports bra clearly visible.
"Shock me," I told her.
Michelle sat on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs swinging slightly, arms braced behind her, and asked, "You sure you want to know everything?"
"Yes. I do," I nodded.
Without hesitating and after a quiet laugh, she said, "You'd be number seven."
"Seven?" I questioned, wondering if I heard her right.
"Yeah." She glanced away, then back at me. "Ben was first. Assistant principal at my school. Older. Married. I was barely out of student teaching. He started out by complimenting my classroom. Stayed late to 'help' plan assemblies. First time happened six months into the job. Lasted a couple of years. Ended when he transferred schools."
I stayed silent, waiting.
"Derek came next. One-time thing. Girls trip to Scottsdale. Met him at the hotel bar. He was visiting from Chicago or something. We went back to his room. No last names. No numbers. Just one of those things I never talked about again," she said next, smiling at the memory.
I tilted my head and said "That doesn't seem like you."
"That's why I did it," she said with a half-shrug. "To see what it felt like to break the mold."
She rubbed her hands together before continuing, "Jason was too close. Lived a few streets away. Mutual friends with Adam. We started talking at a neighborhood BBQ. It happened three times, all quick, quiet. I ended it when his wife started asking too many questions about our conversations."
"Dangerous," I said.
She nodded in agreement, "And kind of addicting."
I stayed quiet. She took a breath and kept going.
"Riley was a student teacher assigned to my classroom last year. He was young, fresh out of college, constantly looking at me like I wasn't wearing a wedding ring. I told myself it was harmless. That ended after a few weeks. He started dropping hints like he wanted it to be something more," she said, adjusting a little and giving me a good view down her jacket.
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did he ever say anything to the school?"
"No. I think he was more scared than I was," she admitted, another smile on her face.
She glanced down at her fingers before saying, "Miles was different. Not romantic. He was a counselor at a summer training for educators. We shared a few group sessions, then started messaging late at night. I gave in. It happened twice. Honestly? He made me feel seen. But he had his own family, and we both knew it couldn't last."
I waited. She looked up and finally said, "And then there was Cole. I met him through an education nonprofit event. Married. Not from around here. We both kept it strictly physical. Once in a hotel during a conference. Once when he passed through town. That one was... kind of eye-opening. I didn't even feel bad after."
I exhaled slowly and asked "Do you regret any of them?"
She studied me for a moment. "Nope. No regrets."
"I'm guessing you're hoping I'll be number seven?" I asked her.
"Not guessing or hoping. I know you'll be number seven," Michelle said, completely sure of herself.
She stood up and slipped the jacket off her arms. She started to walk around the counter, coming towards me, as she pulled her sports bra off, leaving her breasts exposed. When she reached me, she dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my jeans, and yanked them and my boxers down to my ankles.
She wrapped her hand around my growing cock and rubbed it up and down, swirling her tongue around my tip as I grew to my full length and thickness. Michelle stared up at me as she put her lips around my shaft and, in one swift motion, swallowed my cock whole, burying her nose in my groin.
"Fuck," I moaned.
"That's what I thought," she said, briefly taking me out of her mouth. She went right back to bobbing her head up and down. I put my hand gently on the back of her head, helping to guide her up and down as she used her mouth on the entirety of my cock, while keeping one hand wrapped around the base, and using her other hand to massage my ballsack.
"Fuck," I moaned again.
Taking me out of her mouth, Michelle giggled and said, "Now try telling me that Taylor is better."
Michelle stood up, grabbing me by the hand, and we started to walk towards the living room after I kicked my jeans and boxers off. She guided me towards her couch and commanded me to lay on it, after she helped me take my shirt off.
Michelle stood at the edge of the rug, eyes locked on mine as I leaned back into the couch. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her joggers and slowly eased them down, letting them slide over her hips and thighs. Her legs were smooth and toned, and her dark panties clung tightly to her body.
As she stepped out of the joggers, I couldn't stop staring. The thin fabric of her underwear left little to the imagination. I could see the soft outline of her lips, the subtle dip where her folds met, the slight dampness darkening the fabric between her legs. It was the first time I'd seen her like that, and it stopped my breath cold.
She took a step forward, the corner of her mouth lifting.
"Still glad you came?" she asked, her voice low and knowing.
I swallowed hard and nodded, completely lost in her.
Without looking away, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them down slowly. The fabric clung for just a second before sliding past the curve of her hips. Inch by inch, she exposed herself, revealing smooth skin and soft folds glistening faintly in the light. No trimming, no pretense--just bare, warm, and real.
She let the panties fall to the floor and stood tall, letting me look, knowing exactly what I was seeing. With my cock pointing straight up in the air, Michelle grabbed onto it as she climbed onto the couch, guiding my tip into her wet, warm vagina.
As she slid down my shaft, I could feel an instant difference between her and Taylor's tightness. Michelle was definitely more open, but still felt amazing. But, the way she could roll her hips made a world of difference. I put my hands on them as she moved back and forth, and watched as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. Michelle closed her eyes, softly moaning as she rode me.
