Are You Finished with Me?

Adrienne is so unlike my wife; she isn't a slick model type. She has an earthy farm-look, large boobs and a low hanging ass. I found her look so sensual, and was frightened because I have fantasized fucking her. Oh, did I forget to mention that I had never cheated.

We were four couples playing tennis at our friend's home. During the game, Adrienne went to her house to fix lunch. She returned and asked if one of us would be willing to help her prepare potato salad and burgers. Neither my wife nor the other two women volunteered. Adrienne's husband said, "Why don't you go, Phil, you don't like sports anyway." I was the nerd of the group.

As I walked toward her, tennis wasn't important. I know she has long nipples because I've seen her without a bra more than once. Oh, I forgot, Adrienne wears glasses. But instead of turning me off, I saw a very sexual chick under those glasses. Her sexuality moved me to become stupidly and crazily irrational.

As I almost caught up to her, I ogled her body from the rear and joked. "Great view from back here."

She had on a short tennis skirt, and her panties were visible from my angle. She laughed and replied. "I take it as a compliment that you'd even glance at my butt. Compared to your wife, us gals feel neglected when she's around."

I said. "She doesn't have a personality like you, Addi." She is called Addi for short instead of Adrienne.

She again laughed and wiggled her butt playfully. "Is that what you're looking at, my personality?" She stopped and lifted the back of her tennis skirt to show me her white panties. "What part of my split personality do you like most? My right cheek which is the good gal, or my left cheek which is the naughty gal?" She wiggled her ass cheeks as she said this in a playful tone.

I said. "I'd have to test them out first, like kiss and lick and bite each one." This was so unlike me to make sexual overtones. I'm not a lady's man. Unfortunately, never have been. Nerd is more like it.

She gave off a guttural laugh. "A real ass man. Wow! Well, I like the kissing and licking part, but no biting please. Is that what you do to your wife, is it?"

She stopped and waited until I caught up to her, and we walked back together. We chatted and she joked about her butt hanging too low and her boobs being too big. Then she joked. "I know I shouldn't say it but you got me started, Phil. So, since you're an ass man, what are you, let me guess, ah, ah, you're a lickety-split."

When my facial expression told her that I didn't have a clue what she was alluding to, she said. "You don't know what lickety-split is. My, my Phil." And she let it go at that.

I said. "Let me think about it."

Addi laughed heartedly at my expense. She said. "Nothing to think about. Split and lick."

When I didn't respond, she said. "Phil, get your head out of the computer. We're talking about my butt. Two ass cheeks right. Split them. Like spread them apart and then get your nose and tongue in there and lick. Lickety-split! And yummy, yummy!" She yelped in glee.

I blushed and she saw it. She said, "My God, Phil, you are different, but in an interesting way." And she laughed a pleasant laugh to herself.

I said. "Okay. I knew that. Just didn't know the name for it."

Then to not come across too nerdy, I added. "You know that you're not fat. Your butt and boobs are firm."

She countered. "Glad you noticed, you dirty old man. But all the women's magazines say you guys like the model look, like your wife."

Their home is well over 100 yards from the tennis courts and at a steep incline, meaning it stands well above the courts and looks down at them.

Addi went to her bedroom and returned after having removed her sports bra that was needed to support her tits when she played tennis. She did not have a bra on under her blouse. Her nipples were plainly visible, the dark aureoles and pointy nipples made my blood rush.

Back in the kitchen, she gave me a large fruit plate to bring to the tennis court so the others could nibble until lunch. At the tennis court I used the bathroom and found that my dick was very hard as I pissed up in the air. I was fully aroused by Addi. In six years of marriage, I had never lusted for another woman. I was getting turned on to a woman who wore glasses!

At the tennis court, I bade the others goodbye and told them lunch would be ready in about an hour and a half.

I was ignored.

Addi's husband said., "'Sounds good, Phil. Should have worked up an appetite by then." He went back to the game, and had no idea that I lusted after his wife.

In the kitchen, Addi was at the sink, where a large window overlooked the tennis court. She said, "Your wife is gorgeous. My husband and those other two can't get enough of looking at her. Just look at them, Phil. Truthfully, don't you get jealous?"

I joked. "All guys look. Take me. I'm enchanted by your personality, Addi."

She laughed, said, "You keep your nose out of my butt."

She paused then said. "Can I ask you something?"

When I nodded yes she said. "Phil, I hate to say this but I bet all three guys down there, including my respectable husband, are sexually inflated if you catch my drift. Does that not bother you?"

I blushed.

She said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have thought of your feelings. I mean, I guess, I'm jealous. That is what I'm getting at. I'm jealous."

I said. "No offense taken. If your husband is ah, inflated looking at my wife, then I'm inflated looking at his wife."

I blushed when I realized that I was telling her that I had a raging hard-on from being with her.

Then I stupidly looked down to the bulge in my tennis shorts.

She followed my glaze and obviously saw my hardness straining to bust out of my tennis shorts.

She said. "Oh, my. Too much tit and ass talk. Anyway enough joking around. I better go put on a bra. You are getting naughty. What's come over you, Phil?"

I said. "I shouldn't stare. I apologize."

Luckily she didn't leave the kitchen. Addi said, "No, I apologize. Didn't mean to embarrass you. You're so different than my husband and most other men. I find that refreshing."

I was stunned into silence by her remark. That she found my having a hardon was refreshing, and that she wasn't put off.

She said, "I take it as a compliment. I really do, Phil."

I said nothing and was still totally nervous as what to do since I never came on to a woman strongly.

She added, "I hate to admit it, Phil, but it has been a long time since I got a guy aroused. I mean I know we are both married, but

I sat down, then said, "Addi, why are you jealous of my wife?"

She turned, looked at me. "I guess plain old envy. She's pretty. Men drool over her. She got a body, why not!"

When I said nothing, she said, "Well, no matter. I should I put a bra on if it's bothering you, which I take as a compliment. At least I turn on someone."

I wailed in utter sincerity. "Wait. Not yet. "

She leaned back against the sink and laughed at my plea. She looked at me credulously, wondering what I was thinking.

I said. "I feel a little stupid not knowing about lickety-split. You must think I'm without a clue sexually."

Addi said. "Phil, most guys like to have it done to them but don't like returning the favor."

When I didn't respond, she asked. "What are you thinking so hard about?"

I said matter of fact. "Want to know one of our marriage secrets. Actually, I've done it to my wife. Licked her there. It wasn't intentional."

Addi again gave off a guttural laugh. "Oh my, there you go again. Now explain that to me if you can or want to. I mean this I'd like to hear, and I promise I won't say a word to your wife."

I thought before I spoke. "Well, you know I knew what I was doing. I mean I was kissing her crotch. You know, her ..."

Addi giggled at me. "I know what a cunt is, thank you, Phil."

I went on. "And I got into it, and licked lower and higher and soon I was licking her ass hole and she didn't object. I licked her there many times, especially when we first got married. Just didn't know the name for it. But you know, when I first did it, I just happened to do it. I didn't plan it is what I'm saying."

"Lucky gal, your wife. Now I'm more envious of her."

I said nothing except stare at her face and boobs and legs.

She said. "One more question, than I'll shut up. I know it's none of my business but since we got on the topic of butts, I figure your wife enjoyed it, but did you."

I said. "Yeah. Sure."

"You answered too fast." She asked. "Did you really enjoy doing it or did you do it to please her?"

I thought for a minute. Adjusted my hardon in my pants, knowing that Addi could see what I was doing. Then I said. "The first time, afterwards, I felt nervous that maybe I was perverted. But when she encouraged me the second and third times, I liked it. I mean I was making her cum. That I really liked. But I liked licking her cunt more. I like the cunt taste and smell better. But sometimes I noticed that she would sort of cum or juice from her ass hole when she got excited. But overall I like pussy more. I fantasize about going down on different girls..., but....."

Addi said excitedly. "Can you believe we are talking about this."

I smiled back.

She said. "What is the but?"

I said. "Oh, well, if I tell you you'll get upset."

She smiled at me, encouragingly.

I said. "When we were walking toward your house before and I was looking at your butt, and then you lifted your skirt, and I just had a flash."

She said. "Should I be scared to ask what the flash was?"

I blushed then said. "I wasn't thinking abut your cunt then, just your butt and fantasized about kissing and licking it."

She stood up but was not disgusted by my reference. "Too much. I'm going to put a bra on, or you're going to be having an accident in your pants."

I jumped in. "Come on. Addi. What harm is there. I really like seeing you without a bra. I mean you're not naked. All I'm doing, really is......"

She playfully toyed with me. "And what is all that you are doing, Phil? You're staring at my tits."

I said timidly. "Enjoying the view. No harm. They're covered."

Addi said. "Honestly, Phil, why in God's name would you fantasize about me? Let's face it, Phil, I'm not good looking."

I muttered. "You're a turn on in a different and very nice way."

She said. "Really. Would you like to explain how my boobs are really different?"

I said. "Jeez, like your nipples seem large. That is a turn on for me anyway. And your tits look big but don't seem floppy. I mean truthfully, Addi, they don't hang or droop, I think. Tell you what, lift up your blouse so I can examine just how they hang." I laughed at my boyish attempt at humor.

She laughed with me. Said. "You're like a mischievous little puppy. If ......well, let me put it this way, if I wasn't good friends with your wife, I'd flash you right now. I'd love to see your face. But I won't."

I got excited by that. I yelped. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine."

She snorted in an unlady like fashion and then glanced at my crotch. "Oh, god, you're aroused. Really aroused. Not good. Not good."

When she began walking away to her bedroom, I said, "Addi, you're different in ah, I don't know, like a down to earth honest way. And I like that."

She stopped and listened.

I continued, "I've been thinking about how you're different than the other three women, including my wife. Want to hear?"

She nodded yes and went next to the kitchen sink .

I said, "Okay. Here goes. A guy knows you're down to earth. Like I know you smell, you have a feminine odor, you sweat. Think about it. Would I say that about the other three women?"

She seemed embarrassed.

I quickly said. "I mean that in a very complimentary way. That you sweat and have an odor. Like I can see and smell that you're a flesh and blood woman, not some deodorant. Tell me truthfully, neither my wife nor the other gals down there come across physical like you do. They are model types." I took a breath and sighed when she didn't walk away and continued. "Mostly I like your ass and how it hangs. It's cute. You got to admit you got a cute butt, Addi. And I fantasize about licking it."

She laughed. "I doubt that. Oh, bull. Double bull! But what I think is that you need to make love to you wife until you are completely satisfied. You're aroused right now and I don't know why. A horny old dog! Truthfully, I'm not a head turner, Phil. I know that for a fact."

Then she turned back to the sink and said. "And Phil, I really appreciate the compliment, I think. No one ever said that about me: I smell, have a feminine odor and what else, my tits are earthy. Was that a compliment?"

My tone of voice changed in some way when I replied. "You know it is."

She turned to look at my face, at my eyes. My tone of voice had caught her attention. She again glanced at my crotch. Then she quickly averted her eyes and turned back to the sink.

I moved next to her quickly. She turned to look out the window but was keenly aware of how close I was to her. I moved my hips and my pelvis so they were pushed up against her butt. My cock was right against her soft ass cheeks.

She tried to move away but I held onto her hips and kept her in place. "Phil, what are you doing?"

I whispered. "What do you think?"

She tried to laugh but it came out choked. "You're rubbing your crotch and your, ah, your inflation, against my butt and you should be doing that with your wife, not me. That is what I think."

I joked. "You got a great, ah, personality and my cock wants to split it." And I kept my hips and cock pressed against her butt.

She said. "Not funny. Your cock is pushing against my ass. Phil, can't you see that I'm upset? "

I moved back and forth so that my cock caressed her butt.

She echoed. "Please Phil, think with your head, the one on your shoulders. I can feel your erection, but I can't help you in that department. Don't you want to hear why I'm upset?"

I lamented. "You know what I want, Addi." Her short skirt made it easy for my hands to caress the bare skin of her legs. She froze when my left hand caressed her inner thigh and inched upwards. I moved my hand to her crotch and she gasped and squeezed her legs together to deny me access. I moved my pelvis in closer, pushing her against the sink cabinet. Then my right hand moved around her front and caressed her right tit though her blouse.

She cried out. "My god, Phil. Do you realize what you're doing?" But she did not struggle very much. Sure she tried to wiggle away, but I knew she was not a real fighter and was timidly frightened by my advances. She said. "Okay, you had a real good feel. Now let me go. I'll put a bra on."

I had her pinned and she didn't struggle hard to get way as I suspected she wouldn't do. But I wasn't one hundred percent sure she would not scream so I had to soothe her fears. "Addi. Please. Let me touch you a little; then I'll stop and be a good boy."

My hand was firmly caressing her right tit through her blouse while my other hand was wedged between her tightly clamped legs. I held her steady with my pelvis and stomach and chest pressing her firmly against the kitchen sink.

She tried to break away; this time it was a much stronger effort but it was too late unless she was willing to scream and actually fight me physically which was not part of her personality.

I continued my psychological attack. "Addi, just a little bit more and then I'll stop. Listen, sweetie, you know you turn me on; I fanaticize about you. Masturbate thinking of you. Let me feel you a little more, please."

She screeched, but not loud enough to carry out the kitchen. "No. Stop touching me right now."

But I did not. Instead I had both my hands on her tits. I had her pinned.

She pleaded. "You're making me real scared."

I said. "I'm not going to hurt you. You know me better than that. I just want to feel them."

She squeaked. "Sure, all you want is to feel me up. I'm married; you're married."

I held her firmly in place. "Addi, I want to caress you. What harm is there. No one will know." I moved my one hand over her whole tit and gave it a good cuddle, especially where her nipple was.

She tried to push me off using her butt, but instead I met her thrust with my own thrust of my hardened prick. She stopped that quick enough when she realized I was humping her butt. Addi said. "Phil. Don't touch my breasts. They're real sensitive. Come on, let's talk."

She had eased up on her clamped legs in order to use her hands and her butt to push me off. I took advantage of this and used my other hand to wiggle between her clamped legs and was able to get one finger at her crotch and under her panties. I felt her pussy lips and the sweat, or was it pussy arousal dampness.

Suddenly she stopped struggling. She was gasping for air, in heavy and uneven gulps. Then she slumped the top part of her body from the waist up, over the sink area and concentrated her energy to clamp her legs so tightly that it would dislodge my finger.

All to no avail. I had a finger in her pussy. Even though I was unable to wiggle it around, it was causing her turmoil. She was trembling in a sexual, turned on way.

A good 60 seconds went by with neither of us talking. Except my hands and fingers and cock making a darn good point.

Addi stopped struggling and said in a guttural, hoarse voice. "Phil, if I let you touch my breasts, will you take your finger out of me?"

I pushed my finger deeper in her pussy and she whispered a mournful plea. "Please. I'll let you play with them; you can suck them if you want. Okay? Just take your finger out of my cunt."

I waited because I was stunned at her response; I didn't wait as part of some strategy, but the waiting turned out in my favor. Addi had to weigh over 140 pounds yet she seemed so passive. When I took my finger from her pussy, she slumped and became putty in my hands.

I glanced out the window to make sure all was okay at the tennis court. Everyone was engaged in their game. I was free to take my pleasure. So I eased her to the floor. She laid on her back, her eyes closed. I laid on her, my hips and cock were firmly above her crotch. Then I began to feel her up, to let my hands roam under her blouse and fondle her naked tits. I used both hands to feel her tits and play with them. Her nipples were hard and long and large. When my mouth sucked on her tit, she gasped and shuddered, but stayed still. I sucked and sucked and she was making crying moans under her breadth. Her nipples were so juicily long and very alive. She was responding to my sucking, no doubt about it.

Of course, this would not satisfy me. In fact, it only heightened my lust to have more of her. I moved my hips off her pelvis and was able to slide my face down below her tits onto her belly when she actually sat up in a startled position. She wailed. "What are you doing?"

I had to pin her down again by laying on top of her. Then I slid my body lower until I was between her legs and was able to grab her feet by the ankles and bring her legs into the air. I bent her legs onto her belly. I said. "Addi, I'm going to do what I said I would. I'm going to lick your ass."

She was helpless. While I held her legs up, I began to lick and kiss her ankles and move lower, heading to her crotch. But once my face was in her crotch and sucking at her damp panties, she again began to protest. "No. Not there. Phil. You promised."

So I lifted her legs so that her ass was more exposed than her crotch. She stopped struggling. She

said. "Promise me you won't bite and leave any marks."

I knew she had given in. I struggled to get the words out. "I promise." I nuzzled my face in her panties and kissed until I got tired of tasting her cotton panties. But I did not dislike the odor that was coming from her cunt. No, that odor was inflaming me to go that next evil step to hell.