This is a very true story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I am a 48 year old white woman, married 18 years, no kids, and to this point had never cheated on my husband. We have not been intimate in well over a year and although I had not really considered cheating at the time, I was very much in need of some sexual attention. Fortunately we live on a secluded farm with the closest neighbors being a good mile away, so privacy here is no issue.
My husband was away on 4 days of training for his job and I was home alone. It was mid-morning and I was in the process of taking care of some housework when someone knocked on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and was a bit surprised to find Frank on the front porch when I went to the door.
Frank is a friend of my husbands and visits occasionally. At no time has there ever been any hint of a sexual interest on his or my part. There is no denying that he is extremely handsome and easy to be around. He is 45 years old, African-American, with a very dark, smooth skin tone, around 6'2" tall, and very well built. Yes any woman would find him attractive.
Anyway, that day I was caught a little off guard because I have a habit of not wearing bra or panties when I am home alone. I was wearing only a tank top and cotton shorts but didn't feel particularly uncomfortable because I don't consider myself very desirable. I'm 5'6" tall and weigh 225 pounds so not a beauty queen by any means.
Frank said he came by to say goodbye to me and my husband because he was moving out of state the next day due to a job transfer. He said he didn't realize that my hubby was out of town, which he later admitted that he knew all along. It was me that he came to see, admitting that he had secretly had an eye on me for some time.
Being totally naΓ―ve to his reason for being here I invited him in. We went out on the back deck and hung out awhile chatting. I was sitting in a lounge chair and he in another chair across from me. It was getting quite hot out so I volunteered to go in and get us both something to drink. When I came back out I was shocked to see his clothes in a pile on the deck and he was in our pool.
He told me to calm down because he was still wearing his underwear. That was still a little awkward for me but I have to admit seeing him from the waist up in the pool did cause an involuntary stirring inside me so I just sat back down in my lounge and told him to have at it. Soon he came out of the pool and back to me across the deck. I could not help but notice the most incredible bulge I had ever seen on a man, very defined inside his white, wet, briefs.
He sat down on a towel beside my lounge chair and I found that slight stirring inside me becoming much stronger, even though I willed it not too. I had been without sex for so long and here was this gorgeous hunk of a man nearly nude right beside me. Whether I wanted to or not I was getting very worked up.
We chatted for a few minutes and then I noticed him staring at my chest. That's when it dawned on me that I wasn't wearing a bra, and looking down I saw that my nipples were totally poking straight out, and perfectly outlined by my shirt. I apologized for my indiscretion but he said no apology was needed! Then just as suddenly he placed his hand on my thigh and began slowly rubbing back and forth. I felt my juices start to flow and I was almost instantly very wet! I couldn't say a word. I just closed my eyes and felt my legs falling open a bit, as with a mind of their own. What I was allowing to happen felt so wrong and yet it seemed I had no control over my body.