My cousin Paul, who was a big shot with a huge conglomerate, spent more time away from home than he did at his home in Atlanta. I worked nearby, and for months Paul’s wife, Jen, and I had sucked and fucked at their home almost every weekend. During that time I had made good friends with Polly and Scott who lived next door.
Paul was home when I arrived one Friday evening. He had held an Atlanta meeting with his company’s southeastern zone managers, so, as Jen put it, “he’s home for a change”. We rehashed old times and got reacquainted over drinks and canapés before going out for dinner. He seemed unaware of how often Jen and I ogled each other all evening.
The following morning, Paul, having declined my offer of help, was out back hooking up a radar unit in his car. Jen was holding a needle when she pulled me into the hall bathroom.
“Plan to sew something?” I asked.
“No, smart guy. Paul and I had sex last night. At least, he did. As usual, he pulled out and came on my stomach and I didn’t come.”
“So?”
“So, I’m not wearing anything under this dress, and I’m going to bend over the sink while you make love to me. You’ll be able to see Paul, and if he heads for the house you can cover yourself and sit on the toilet lid. I’ll pretend I’ve removed a splinter from your finger. OK?”
“God, yes.”
She raised her dress and leaned over the sink. I eagerly pushed my prick into her wet warmth. After very few thrusts, she came. Then, just as I shot my load, I saw Paul head for the house. Shoving my rapidly-shriveling cock into my pants, I sat on the toilet lid. Moments later, we heard Paul whistling as he went back outside.
“Oh, Albert, grab some toilet tissue and help me. Our come is running down my legs.”
We giggled like idiots as we cleaned the insides if her thighs.
“Being so close to your pussy is making me hard again,” I said.
“Then let’s make love again,” she said.
She loves to fuck as much as I do. So, we fucked.
We hadn’t planned on being together one weekend when I arrived on Saturday afternoon and found no one at home. I went next door, where Polly told me that Jen would be gone all weekend, visiting her aunt in a town several hundred miles away.
Polly’s husband, Scott, also was out of town, visiting his mother. Polly invited me in for a drink and dinner. We sat at her kitchen table enjoying scotch on the rocks as I enjoyed ogling the big nipples poking against her snug blouse.
I had a fair-sized hard-on when she asked me, “Do you like what you’re looking at or are you just trying to flatter me by staring?”
Startled that she had caught me, I stammered, “I’ve been thinking how much I’d rather see them not covered by your blouse.”
“Are you a tit man?”
“Sure, I like to play with them and suck them. I also like to eat pussy and have my prick sucked. And I love to fuck.”
“During all the years we’ve been married, Scott has fondled my tits only a few times. He never has sucked them. I once asked him to kiss my pussy. He told me he wasn’t about to put his mouth where I pee. The one time I put my mouth around his prick, he pulled away and told me that’s where his pee comes from. He uses his prick to fuck me, of course. And he’s really good at fucking, but only in the missionary position. So, if you like tits, how you like these.”
She stood, took off her blouse and moved to stand before me. She’s slightly on the heavy side, but has a good figure. Her tits aren’t especially large, but her nipples, surrounded by nice pink aureoles, protrude at least a half-inch. I grasped her waist and pulled her toward me until she was standing between my legs. I gazed into her eyes as I sucked one tit, then the other. Her eyes became glazed and she had a contented look.
“I can feel your hard-on against my leg,” she said as she rubbed her leg back and forth.
“Would you like for me to share it with you?”
“I’d like to have every loving inch of it,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom. She started to unbutton my shirt, then exclaimed, “Oh, hell, you undress yourself and I’ll undress myself. That way we’ll get naked a lot faster.”
When we were bare, we stood looking at each other. She may be slightly heavy, but she looked good enough to give any normal man a mammoth hard-on. Which was what I had.
She stared at my prick. “My god, Al, your cock is absolutely gorgeous. I have to feel it in my mouth.”
