I arrived home early, hoping to get a quick shower and sleep for a few hours before my wife got home. As I walked up to the back door from the carport, I saw a note taped to it. It was from Candi. She was my best friend's wife and I had crushed on her since college. Fuck, she was hot! Perfect boobs for fucking and an awesomely shaped ass that I wanted to pound the fuck out of! My wife wouldn't let me fuck her ass, but god!, I had a fetish for it.
I ripped the note from the door,
Brett,
Meet me at the park. I need you. Doug is out of town and I need some one to take care of my hot, wet, swollen, needy pussy and ass. Please Brett, I want your cock in my ass. I'll be waiting.
Candi
xoxox
What the fuck! This has to be a joke! I was glad that my wife hadn't beaten me home and read it, she would have shit! I hurried inside, adjusting my swelling tool as I dug my cell out of my pocket and fingered the keys to call Candi.
Her voice was vixen when she answered, "I take it you got my note."
"FUCK YES! What the hell, are you serious?" I asked in desperation, trying to get my pants over my hard member and get in the shower.
"Yes Brett," she saucily whispered in my ear, "I want some one to penetrate my ass, my pussy is so horny, and you are the one to do it for me. Dougie won't fuck me that way, but Brett, I know you will. Do I have to beg?" I couldn't take her sexual filled pouty voice.
"Why the park Candi? Can't we meet some where else?"
"I want to get fucked in the park, in the racquetball court. It was so much fun there last summer."
"God Candi, we almost got caught!"
"I don't care! I want you, and I need you there. Shoved in my ass, not just your fingers, but your hot, hard meat!"
I couldn't take it any more, and turned the cold water up before stepping in the shower, "What time Candi?"
"How soon can you get away? My batteries are dying in my anal vibe."
She moaned, my god, she was serious.
"Twenty minutes." I stammered.
"Oh yes, yes, oh god yes! OH, BRETT! ahh!"
"CANDI!?"
"Oh Brett, yes baby! I'll..." she took a deep breath, softly moaning as she released it, "Yes Brett, I'll see you in twenty." she had caught her breath, but was still soft spoken, "I'll see you in a little while. Bye Brett." the phone went dead.
I tossed it on the sink and hopped into that cold, fucking shower! I had to, or else I would have shot off all over the walls. I'm good for one, maybe two a night, at my age, and the stamina that goes with it, but if I would have shot it off now, I knew I was done for.
I left a note for Bev, my wife, telling her I was going to Doug's. I wasn't going to lie to her, I just wasn't telling her what I was going for. Overall, I hoped to hell that was where I would end up, fucking Candi's sweet ass in their bed. Too bad we couldn't make it a 4some, but I didn't think my wife would go for it, much less Doug.
I still wanted to look good for Candi, no matter how short this sex session was going to be. I wanted something that was easy off and on, so I threw on a pair of loose jeans and a tank top, along with some cologne.
I busted my ass to get to the park, and pulled up to a dark, empty parking lot with in five minutes of the said meeting time. Headlights flashed behind me and my heart raced. God, were we really going to do this? *** Last summer when I pinned Candi in the shadows of the court, we had been playing a game of hand ball, after a company picnic, that had gone late into the evening, and I couldn't help but tease her.
She had on that damn short skirt and see through panties. Every time she bent over to smack the ball, she flashed that beautiful tight pussy and ass in my direction. The last time she did it, she was close enough for me to grab her, and I shoved her into the shadows, forcing her up into the wall, separating her legs with mine, and shoving my hand under her skirt.
I fervently worked my fingers into her wet cunt while my mouth took hers. She forced up into me with both, fucking my hand and moaning into my mouth, her massive tits shoved into my sweaty chest. Where Doug was through all of this, fuck if I knew, or cared. I had a piece of Candi, and it was sweet. *** I felt myself get hard as I thought about our former tryst. A tap came on my glass, jarring me from my lustful memories.