Fleetwood Adultery and Passion

I've written hundreds of erotic short stories, but never published anything. Let me know if you want more. Here goes...

I surprised at myself that day at the hardware store, and, as a married woman, I must admit I'm not particularly proud of my behavior, although I always get a frisson of excitement whenever I think about what I did. I was buying light bulbs at Home Depot and noticed a fit-looking young man in shorts and a T-shirt walking in front of me pushing a cart. I couldn't help but notice how well his tight shorts fitted him. He looked as if he worked out a lot, and he filled out his clothes very nicely. Let's face it, he had a great body.

While I was staring rather intently at his well-shaped ass, he was joined by a woman, and I blushed with embarrassment when I realized I knew them. It was a distant friend, Marianne, so the hot guy must be her husband Josh.

I didn't know them well enough to stop and chat, so I finished my shopping and hurried to my car in the light rain that suddenly appeared out of the darkening sky. I was just about to start the engine when I realized the strong guy parked in front of me, loading bags of top soil into the back of a pick-up truck, was Josh. I paused to watch for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of Josh's strong muscles as he squatted to lift each heavy bag. His quads were like ship's ropes on his thighs, and his biceps expanded, stretching the sleeves of his T-shirt like those of a wrestler. My face felt flushed as I watched the movement of his body. When he turned I was shocked to recognize the warm feeling of arousal washing over me as I took in the nice sized bulge at the front of his shorts. I realized I was staring at him. I couldn't just sit there eying him like a creepy stalker, so, despite the rain, I jumped out and went to offer some help.

"Hi, I'm a friend of Marianne," I said, "Need any help?" I felt kind of stupid because obviously I couldn't just pick up a 50 pound bag and toss it up to him, but it was nice to see him smile at me anyway. He was lean and fit and very cute. A raindrop dripped off a lock of his dirty blond hair that was turning dark in the rain. His shorts were as tight as a drum over his firm buttocks. Damn, he was sexy.

"No, I've got this," he said, jumping down from the bed of the truck to hoist the last one. Marianne must have been staying dry in the car. Looking back it was rather rude of me to chat to Josh without saying hi to her, but I think I was rather enjoying the interaction with such an attractive man. There was some kind of chemistry at work that I couldn't admit to. But neither could I resist its magic. I liked him a lot.

"Handy truck for a job like this" I said, prolonging the conversation. I waved briefly at Marianne who was frowning at me through the raindrops on her window as if she hadn't recognized me.

"Yeah, but I'm selling it, in case you're interested in a nice 5-year old Ford."

"Maybe!" I said. "Let me check with my husband." I watched him lift the last bag. He really kept himself in shape, I thought. I watched his glutes working as he stood up holding the heavy bag of topsoil. "And what if he's interested?"

"Here, let me give you my number," he said, and I accepted gladly.

As I drove away I felt a thrill of excitement at getting the phone number of a hot guy, just like back in college. I realized I hadn't even said anything to Marianne, but the rain had started to come down harder, so that was my excuse. The truth was I had enjoyed the little flirtation with him, and totally forgot about her.

Did I have any intention of mentioning the Ford pickup to John? I don't know. But I sort of convinced myself that a woman like me might want a pickup truck; they're not just for men. I could imagine myself driving one. After all, my husband and I were childless, despite having tried for three years, and a pickup would signal that the woman at the wheel was independent, fun and a little devil-may-care. Just how I imagined myself to be. Or wanted to be, at least. Perhaps I could put a lipstick icon or something on the back window. I wanted to be a Mom too, but that didn't seem to be happening.

Over the next day or two I talked myself into the thought of a pickup truck. My old Cadillac had done plenty of miles. It used to belong to my father, but since he didn't drive any more he had given it to me -- big bouncy springs, pale green leather seats and everything. So, a few days later I called Josh's number to ask about the truck.

"Yeah, it's still for sale." he said.

"Could I come over and take a look at it, maybe, perhaps on Wednesday?" I asked. "I know I said John might be interested but he's not. But I am kind of interested in it myself." My heart was beating faster than usual. As I said it, it occurred to me that I'd picked a day that John would be out of town, and I could feel my cheeks reddening with some sort of embarrassment. Embarrassment at my deviousness? Or was it arousal?

"Er, well, I'm out and about a bit on Wednesday." Josh said. An idea struck me then, and I knew it was wrong, but I went ahead and blurted it out anyway, even though I was lying to him.

"Well, my old Cadillac's in the shop anyway, so I'm without wheels. Is there any chance you could, I don't know, swing by our house and show it to me?"

"Um, well, yes I could, but probably not until about four. Would that work?"

"That would be perfect." I said, and gave him my address. It wasn't cheating or anything, but I knew John would be away at a business meeting about three hours' drive away that day and he probably wouldn't be home until late. I don't really know what I intended to do, but when Wednesday came I took a hot bath in the afternoon (which I never do) and put on some pretty lace-trimmed undies and a short summer dress that I knew flattered my boobs. I wasn't really doing it consciously, but I had a wonderful feeling of anticipation all day, rather like -- back in high school -- when you are going on a date with a boy who you've been crushing on. It felt fun and exciting and a little bit naughty. Just a little bit, though. He was an attractive man, and I was perhaps going to just flirt a little with him. Just a bit. Nothing serious. I sprayed a spritz of perfume on my cleavage and smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked hot.

I had deliberately left off my bra.

Four o'clock came and went, and I started to get a little anxious, looking out the front of the house wondering where he was. Was it OK that I was doing this? If it was innocent, why hadn't I told John about it? Would Josh come or would he stand me up? Just as I was about to lose my nerve, the white pickup truck came rumbling up our long driveway and pulled to a halt in front of the house in a small cloud of dust.

I tripped down the steps feeling like a girl being picked up on a prom date and told myself to stop being silly. He was just interested in selling his truck. And I told myself that I might even buy it. The rear of my Cadillac Fleetwood was visible in the garage revealing my lie to Josh right from the start, but it was too late to close the door. He jumped out of the Ford looking fit and handsome. I could tell from his sweaty body that he had obviously been driving for a while, but he immediately said, "Want to take a look?"

I did. I climbed up into his driving seat, conscious that I was entering his world. The warm old vinyl had cradled his body all day. His phone and coffee cup were in the cupholder. I was stupid with excitement, and thrilled when he started pointing out the controls to me. Not just GPS but also upgraded stereo and heated seats. Not that anyone would need those on such a hot day. We laughed.

"Want to drive it?" He asked. "Yes." I said, wondering if I would simply say yes to anything he asked. The thought made me blush. He came round to the passenger side and reached over my body to help adjust the seat and to get the seatbelt for me. He smelled good. Like a man should. Some sweat, some coffee, some shampoo perhaps. I was completely smitten. I drove around for a bit, enjoying his company and the way he directed me to speed up or change into manual gearshifting.

"Look, it's a 2018, but the mileage is low." He said. "And I'm only asking $11,000 for it." I had no idea if that was a good deal or not, but I wanted to stay in his company for as long as possible. I completed the circuit and stopped once again in front of the house.

"Want to come in and we can talk about it?" I asked. "You probably want a beer after working all day, anyway."

"OK" he agreed, much to my delight. "John here?"

"No, he's out for a few hours." I said, hoping it didn't sound like a come-on. I jumped out of the truck, conscious that my cotton dress was sticking to my back and thighs with perspiration and went into the kitchen to get two beers out of the fridge while he used the rest room.

"Been far today?" I asked, opening and handing him one of the frosted bottles of beer. We sat at the kitchen table. I don't know if it was subconscious but I knew I was giving him a view of my cleavage when I bent to put the bottle of beer in front of him. I also knew for a fact that John wouldn't approve of me going braless under this dress. But it was rewarding to watch Josh's eyes go to my breasts and linger there. I liked the way he looked at me.

"Toledo." He said.

"Gosh, you must be tired. I would offer you a shower but you probably need to get home." I said, then immediately regretted such an obviously flirtatious comment, but he didn't seem to mind.

"No, I've got a little while." He said, shifting in his seat. He wore his jeans like his shorts -- nice and tight. He took a slug on his beer. "So, you selling the Caddy? Looks like a beauty."

"Maybe." I said, then added, "Anyway I would have to if I switched up to a truck."

"Let's take a look at it then." He said. "I might know someone who's interested."

"OK" I said. He followed me to the garage and I felt a strange eagerness to be in the confines of a small place with him again. This time he sat in the driving seat, sliding it back to make room for his long legs. I hopped in the passenger side. It was warm in there and darker which felt intimate. I could feel myself getting aroused as I thought about sitting so close to him. I was incredibly attracted to him. "Here's to getting a good deal." I said and clinked my beer bottle against his. My dress had somehow ridden up when I got into the car so I was showing off more of my thighs than was decent. I watched his eyes rake over my body as he sipped on his beer, and I felt a pleasant sexual warmth spreading upwards and outwards from my groin. I leant forward knowing my dress would fall away from my breasts and let him see more of me, and I giggled as I swigged from the beer bottle, wanting him to see how relaxed I was. I put my hand on his thigh.

"You seem to know a lot about cars." I said, letting my fingertips caress the soft denim of his jeans. I wanted to slide my hand up to the point where the material creased at his crotch, but I didn't dare. His thigh muscle felt warm and taut under my fingers and the sight of his bulging manhood between his legs made me feel lightheaded. My heart was hammering and I could feel my pussy getting moist. "You can definitely drive mine too if you want, or..." I just let the sentence hang there. I wanted so much to be kissed by those shapely lips of his. He froze and I gulped my beer with a laugh to try to defuse the situation. But I left my hand there. I wanted to seduce him, but I didn't know how. At that moment I had no thought about John or anything else. Just this sexy man -- his scent, his body, his jeans, his bulge.

"So, are you really, um, interested in buying my truck and selling your car?" He asked. I noticed his eyes didn't meet mine -- he was gazing at my cleavage. He had a nice, kissable mouth, almost feminine, with an attractive Cupid's bow shape. I leant forward a bit more, touching his shoulder with mine. His eyes widened slightly, and I let him feel my hand on his leg. I wondered if he could see my nipples.

"Well, I did invite you over at a time when I knew my husband wouldn't be here." I confessed, moving my hand ever so slightly higher on his jeans. letting my fingers dip down between his thighs. I was excitingly close to his bulging crotch. I parted my legs a little, feeling sexy and slutty. I knew I was showing too much of myself but it felt OK. I wanted him to see me as a desirable woman. My panties were getting wet.

"And why would you do that?" He asked. He didn't push my hand away, so I let it dwell close to the fascinatingly big mound in his jeans. He felt warm and male. Being this close to him made my stomach flip and my heart race. I desperately wanted him to kiss me.

"I need car advice, that's all." I said. "Guidance, you know, from um, a strong, attractive man." I let my hand glide upwards, finally daring to ascend the mountain in his pants. I put one hand on his cheek and turned his face to mine. We breathed in each other's scent. He didn't pull away. I was so turned on I couldn't think straight. I pressed my mouth to his and held my lips there. Without resisting, he let me slide my tongue into his mouth and he gradually started to kiss me back in the quiet darkness of my car. We kissed gently for a long time, our tongues exploring each other's mouths while my hand explored his swelling crotch, enjoying the fullness of his bulging jeans that grew harder under my touch. His stiffening rod felt very big in my small, feminine hand. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and the wet noises of our tongues. I deliberately massaged him into a full erection. It was incredibly thrilling to explore the contours of his cock through the soft denim of his worn jeans. I had never done anything like this with another man since meeting John all those years ago.

He started breathing harder then, and I felt his hand on my breast. He hefted it, sliding his hand around so he could cup it and feel its weight. My nipples hardened. I murmured encouragingly, sighing into his mouth as his big hand went underneath my dress to touch my bare skin. My shoulder strap slid down, making me feel every bit the seductress. He caressed the sensitive nub of one nipple. It grew eagerly between his thumb and fingertips, exciting me and emboldening me to rub his cock harder, feeling it swell to its full length, straining to get out of his jeans. He felt huge -- long and thick under my hand and aching for release. I inadvertently let out a moan of excitement as I unbuckled his belt with both hands then undid the stud at his waistband of his jeans, in a hurry as if I was eagerly unwrapping a birthday present. He was panting with arousal. I fought with the zip and forced it all the way down, struggling to release him from his underwear. He undid the buttons down the front of my dress giving him unhindered access to my bare breasts. His warm hands felt wonderful as he cupped and explored them, teasing my aching nipples while I sucked hard on his tongue. We mashed our mouths together as our shared passion increased to an unbearable level.

"Oh god yes." I breathed as he dropped one hand between my legs and slid it up between my bare thighs until his fingers touched the moist crotch of my panties. I lifted my bottom off the car seat to help him lift my dress up and tug my panties down, and I recklessly worked them all the way down to my ankles without breaking the kiss. I felt the warm leather on my bare bottom when I sat down again. Why was I so willing -- so eager -- to take my panties off for this man? He was magnetic. Seductive. Beautiful. And very, very sexy. His smooth, hard erection finally came free from his underwear and sprang into my hand. It was burning hot in my palm. I gently gripped him, feeling the power and size of his beautiful big tool. I yearned to put it inside me.

"I haven't got a condom or anything." He said.

"Don't worry about that." I said, suddenly very sure of myself. I needed him badly and wanted him to be naked and unprotected inside me, even though some part of me was screaming out that this was wrong. Lifting my dress up to my waist I swung my leg over his body to face him, thankful that the old Caddy had such wide leather seats, and straddled him with his erection pointing straight up between our bellies. His hands explored the bare cheeks of my bottom, touching me intimately which felt deliciously erotic, exciting me even more if that were possible. He flexed his hips to grind his thick cock against the animal heat of my clitoris. It felt as stiff as a rod of steel. We were going to do it and I couldn't have been more ready. I was dripping for him. I undid his shirt as quickly as I could, urgently tugging it open so I could press my bare tits against the solid warmth of his well-muscled torso, then put my hand down between us to take hold of his big, hard tool. I lifted up and pressed it up against my sex. He easily filled my hand. It felt so fat and thick, I didn't know how it could possibly fit in my little pussy. He gasped and thrust his hips upwards in anticipation. I locked my mouth against his and pressed his velvety tip against the wet entrance to my vulva, guiding him into me with my hand. I was as slippery down there as I had ever been and as hot as a volcano. I gratefully sank all the way down on his beautiful big tool, taking it deep, deep inside me, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction as I did so.

"Oh, fuck, yessss." I breathed in between kisses. "That feels so good!" I pinched his little nipples and pressed my big, soft breasts against them, plunging my tongue into his mouth again. He was a good kisser. We both sighed with mounting pleasure as we copulated. He pushed upwards and I thrust myself downwards making sure he was as deep inside me as it was possible to go. He felt huge. We were both slick with perspiration. My thighs trembled and I moaned into his mouth as we fucked uncontrollably.

"Oh my god I'm gonna come!" He hissed, "Is it OK?"

"Yes, oh yes, yes." I murmured, then nibbled his ear before whispering into it, "Come deep inside me. Come on! Yes, give it to me, give me all of it." I had no contraception so I don't know why I said that, apart from the fact that I was on the cusp of climaxing myself and had lost all control by that point. I felt his seed burst hotly inside me and I held tightly to him, my arms around his neck, as I shuddered in a delicious orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I loved the thought of his rich, creamy semen spurting into me.

Afterwards we giggled at the awkwardness of having sex in a car while I tried to get my panties back on and do up my dress. I entertained a nice little fantasy in my head of taking him upstairs for a shower and washing him all over, my hands exploring his gorgeous body. Perhaps I would even take his beautiful big cock into my mouth. But he broke the spell by saying,

"This can't happen again, you know? We shouldn't have done this." He wasn't angry but he was quite stern. He was right. Although reluctant I immediately agreed because neither one of us wanted to put our marriages at risk, and, when I thought about it, I had seduced him pretty aggressively. I shouldn't have done it.

Did I feel guilty? Yes, a little. But I didn't fully understand myself. For some reason I had given myself permission to do this. I felt like I was walking on air as I went back into the house after watching him drive away in his truck with just the warm wetness between my legs to remind me what a wicked slut I had been.

I did have a hint of fear knotting my stomach when I told John two months later that I was pregnant. I held my breath waiting for his reaction but of course John was thrilled. This was exactly what we had hoped for and had tried to make happen for so long. He was delighted and so was I. So, no, I didn't feel guilty then and I probably never will. Nobody will ever know -- can ever know -- that the beautiful baby boy we both love -- named Fleetwood, of course -- most likely isn't John's. My heart is filled with love every time I pick him up, knowing that the illicit pleasure I took that afternoon had helped both our dreams come true and had given us the family we longed for.