I recently moved to this small city for employment as a fireman. I met Bill at the gym I chose nearby the house I was buying. We became friends right away, and now we jog, workout or go for beers most days. Bill's an office worker at an insurance company; I'm 6 feet with a powerful, athletic body, very health conscious, so Bill asked me to motivate/coach him into a better fitness lifestyle.
The weekend after we met, Bill invited me to attend a BBQ party at Kelly's, one of his coworkers. Reluctant, but wanting to get to know people in my new city, I went; it's better than sitting in my hotel room as my new house wasn't ready and I can't just go to the gym or jog my entire day off.
Bill introduced me to the hosts, Kelly, and his wife Susan; after being welcomed, I was told to help myself to libations, food and to go mingle.
There were about 20 or so in the back yard, small groups drinking chatting, some standing, some sitting, a warm sunny day, a few kids running about.
I didn't know anyone except Bill, who seemed to be popular with everyone, so he was rarely alone, unlike me; I found myself sitting alone, rather unnoticed, on the deck quietly and found amusement in observing the festivities and people watching.
I noticed Susan as she curried about, for some unidentifiable reason I was attracted to her, I don't know why, as she wasn't astonishingly attractive. She quite frankly would be more in the 'plain' category; 5' 3 or 5'4". The bright blue with white flowered, simple cotton summer dress, didn't enhance her curves, which as near as I could surmise in the loose dress were not that great.
Susan most likely would often be described with words like 'the mom next door,' with 'a few extra pounds.' I'd say her most adoring asset would be her shoulder length straw-blonde hair, currently pulled tight in a ponytail, combined with her sparkling blue eyes, although seemingly sad, were sultry.
She was also likely 10 years my senior and married, nothing like the single, well endowed, fine figured, party gals I dated back home.
I guess it might have something to do with the fact I normally had sex 2 or 3 times a week back home, and it's now been 15 days since I moved here and yet to meet anyone.
I was sipping my beer, slightly sweaty under the mid-day sun.
Susan, always smiling, was single handedly being a perfect host, making sure everyone was comfortable, had drinks, clearing leftover food, filling the ice bucket, moving amongst everyone and yet she didn't stop to chat with anyone, she was performing more like a maid than a host.
I also noticed how often she catered to her husband, although he was of small stature, he seemed to control Susan, and when she wasn't doing her host duties, he had her running to refill his drinks, fetch a smoke, or a snack.
I saw no intimacy, not even eye contact, she was always looking at his feet when he spoke to her; he behaved like her boss, giving directions.
That didn't sit well with me.
I watched as Susan came from the house with a black garbage bag, one with the red tie strap, I watched her intently as she went around tidying up, gathering paper plates, plastic utensils, cups, napkins, and such, putting the used items into the rapidly expanding bag.
I picked up several empty bottles and followed her inside.
I stepped through the patio doors behind her, "I'd like to help, I don't know anyone here besides Bill, and I've been watching you run your ass off." I took the trash bag from her.
"Please sit down for a minute Susan and take a break, tell me what I can do to help." She gave me a huge smile, not just her mouth, her entire face lit up, especially those gorgeous blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
"Well, I guess you could take that bag out to the large containers beside the garage." I took the bag returning a smile as I tied it.
When I returned, Susan was washing dishes in the sink. I didn't say anything, I grabbed a cloth and started drying. Susan didn't thank me with words, her eyes did, as she looked up and smiled at me.
I attempted to make conversation, I say attempted as I rarely got more than a word or two responses from her. I rambled on about myself, my job, I confided I was staying at the Marriot because the house I purchased the day after I was hired by the local fire department needed some upgrades.
I likely told her more about myself than normal, I guess I was trying to get her talking, maybe somewhat trying to impress her.
It seemed futile, she seemed very reserved, I took it as she was shy, married, and not about to get involved with a younger man hitting on her.
Just as the dishes were done, Kelly arrived, gave me a menacing glare, told Susan in a demeaning tone; "get with it and look after the guests, those dishes could have waited until my friends were gone."
My fists clenched; I had to bite my tongue as I stared back at the little man.
I returned to the chair in the corner of the deck.
As the afternoon turned to evening, Kelly was getting drunker and behaving obnoxiously, he began flirting and even sexually aggressive with other wives.
His rude behavior not just put a damper on the party, pretty much ended the evening; couples were leaving; their rejection angered Kelly, which caused him to verbally abuse Susan, for some unbeknown reason, blaming her.
Bill and I were one of the last to leave, Susan was saying good-bye, finally finding words, she was genuinely thanking me for helping out.
Kelly staggered over, wobbling, he grabs Susan's arm, slurring, "Hey quit hitting on my wife or I'll be hitting on you."
I snickered, and spoke softly, leaning toward him, ya, I thought I'd egg him on, part of me hoped he'd take the first swing.
"You're an obnoxious jerk, and not worth the effort."
I'm not sure if that's why Susan smiled so profusely and had to turn away, but she had such a gorgeous beaming smile, and those gorgeous blue eyes sparkled when I departed.
Bill dropped me at the hotel, I was laying on the bed in my shorts, scrolling through emails and messages on my cell phone.
There was a light knock on the hotel door, I wasn't 100% sure it was on my door it was so faint, I thought it might be across the hall. If I'd been sleeping, I wouldn't have heard it at all; to be sure I got up and looking through the peephole all I could see was the back of a head with blonde hair, I unchained and opened the door.
I was shocked to recognize it was Susan, looking lost, her fists clenching the grey raincoat she was wearing.
"Hello," I smiled; she was expressionless, her sultry blue eyes, staring deep into mine, she flung open the coat, held the sides wide, showing me, she was naked. She stepped past me.
I closed the door, reaffixed the chain and when I turned, I saw a voluptuous, nude body, not an hourglass figure, but curvy and sexy. Susan's impressive breasts already had extended, hard nipples on large dark brown areoles, and a smooth shiny vulva.
I was stunned, mouth agape; my mouth might have been wider than my devouring eyes, she wasn't a model, her figure wasn't hourglass, but she was very alluring.
Susan came to me, her right arm went around my neck, lifting to her tiptoes she feverishly kissed me, hot enough to set off the fire alarm, thankfully it didn't.
Her left hand traced gingerly over my abs, down my stomach and inside my boxers.
I've never been attacked so seductively; she was obviously here for one reason.
Susan pulled me to the bed, her eyes were transfixed, hypnotic, hungry, boring intently into my soul. Her talented fingers the sexual spontaneity, and the fact I'd been celibate for a couple weeks, I was hard by the time she lowered my shorts.
She straddled me, her pussy was extremely wet; I guess she either got herself warmed up on route or her anticipation had been all the foreplay required as she was ready to fuck, she had no trouble settling down over my wide girth 7" shaft.
Susan's eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly as her bum cheeks pressed against my hips. She squeezed her inner muscles around my cock; I'd never felt anyone pulse their vaginal muscles like that, it was sensational, like being milked by a wet, warm, gloved hand.
Susan leaned way back, her hands holding my ankles and she started a gentle rolling of her hips, which quickly became frantic twerking.
That first orgasm came quick, she paused, her inner muscles pulsed, as she moaned. Then Susan leaned forward, our tongues swirled as she slowly, methodically, and carefully raised and lowered her hips to utilize the entire length of my rigid rod; pausing at both ends of her stroke, sometimes a circling motion, sometimes a squeeze; I was amazed at her vaginal muscle control.
Her hands guided me to pinch and twist her nipples; she rubbed her clit as she rode me.
Susan was gasping, her face contorted, another quivering climax, made her groan.
After that second orgasm subsided, Susan released the most energetic, eager, primal, sexual partner I'd ever had, wilder than I'd even dreamed of, she was a sexual beast, hungry for satisfaction; I was her boy toy, she came to play, and she knew how, she led, but I enthusiastically followed.
Over 2 hours of intense copulation in several positions, I came earlier, but that only put Susan into overdrive, she wasted none of my sperm, hastily swallowing and keeping me hard.
We disconnected, gasping, sweaty, spent.
Not a word had been spoken, words weren't necessary, our murmurs, moans, groans, and sighs and gentle caresses were all that was needed to accomplish
that unbelievable, animalistic, primal, carnal, sensational sex.
I awoke, not sure if I passed out from exhaustion or calmly fell asleep reminiscing the bliss of the greatest sexual experience of my life.
My arm searched the vacancy beside me, I was alone, making me momentarily wonder if it had all been just a dream; no, my dick was soft and happy, and the scent of sex lingered in the room; I knew without a doubt it was real.
I went to the bathroom, although I only had a couple beers, I felt hungover, it had to be a sex hangover, I chuckled to myself, as I'd never felt so drained and satisfied.
There was a heart on the bathroom mirror made with red lipstick, in the middle was a red lip print kiss.
The entire day my mind replayed the evenings wild erotic encounter. In all my years and the many young women, I'd slept with, none compared to last night's ecstatic performance.
Susan was married, and she had her fling, a one-night stand and I had the fantastic memory of being with a wild cougar, a MILF.
I logged it in my memory banks, but I had no intentions of acting on my desires with a married woman.
