My mind was whirling. Chris Lefevre, my neighbor and my friend Marie's husband was home alone. A month earlier, while drunk and very horny, I had had some unsatisfactory sex with him at a neighborhood party. He had apologized for his performance that night and had requested a rematch, which I hadn't turned down, only postponed. Since then I had discovered that Walter, my husband of ten years, was screwing some blonde bimbo, leaving me high and dry. Marie had confessed that she wasn't at all interested in sex, and Chris was having trouble dealing with that fact. All of these bits of information added up to make me think about jumping in the shower, getting dressed, and going next door to see Chris. As I showered, all kinds of scattered thoughts ran through my mind. Revenge. Sexual satisfaction. Relief for Chris. Less pressure on Marie. Relief for me. A hard cock for me. Hmmm.
Fifteen minutes later, dressed in a tank top and shorts over my sexiest lingerie, I was knocking at the Lefevre's back door. There was no answer, so I let myself in and called out for Chris. Still no answer. I turned and went up the stairs. By the time I reached the top I could hear water running. "He's in the shower." I thought. I stuck my head into the master bedroom, and called out, "Hey Chris, it's Jess. Are you coming out of there anytime soon? There was a muffled reply. I think it was something to the effect of "I'll be a few minutes, make yourself at home." Just what I wanted to hear.
The bathroom door opened slowly and a damp and fresh looking Chris stepped out. I had closed the curtains, so the room was dim, but certainly not so dim that I couldn't see Chris's eyes open wide when he looked at me stretched out on the bed. I had chosen a red satin bra and panty set that really looked good on me. Chris evidently thought so too: The circus was in town and they were raising the big top in his shorts.
"Come here," I said softly and took his hand and pulled him onto the bed beside me. Still holding his hand, which was trying to reach out for one or several of my body parts, I whispered. "Hey, let's take our time. We have lots, don't we?"
We embraced and kissed passionately for several minutes before I let my hand wander a bit lower. Low enough to release the button on Chris's shorts. And the zipper. He exhaled loudly as I wrapped my fingers around his prick. God, it was as hard as rock, and hot! Really hot. I squirmed toward the foot of the bed, bringing my face to his crotch, pulling his shorts and briefs down as I moved. "Would you mind if I suck your cock a bit?" I asked coyly.
"You gotta be kidding." He laughed. "There may be things in this life that I mind, Jess, but that isn't one of them. Please, go ahead."
It felt delightful. It was very hard and was throbbing very nicely. It had been years since I had taken on a good hard penis in this particular way. Walter thought oral sex was dirty, consequently I didn't suck his cock or get my pussy eaten. My first husband, Len, ate me for hours at a time. Bed was the only place we got along. We fought constantly otherwise. We were like a well oiled fucking machine when we were in bed, or wherever we happened to get it on, and it was the only reason we stayed married as long as we did. I agreed to marry Walter because we got along so well but he was boring in the sack. Well, maybe I was for him too, judging by the current situation.
Even though my recent experience was lacking, I hadn't forgotten how to drive a man crazy with my mouth. It's like riding a bicycle, once you learn, you don't forget. Chris was writhing under me, moaning his encouragement and telling me that he'd never had his cock in a mouth that drove him as wild as mine did. After a very short time, he was throbbing and twitching in my mouth, nearing the point of no return.
"God, Jess, you've got to stop, you're driving me nuts." I raised my head and looked into his eyes. He had a desperate air to him.
"Let's just rest a minute," I offered, and took his saliva slicked shaft in my hand. The pause didn't last long. I wanted to feel his cock fill my mouth again. The taste and texture of an erect penis was something, I realized just then, was something I'd missed very much. I wrapped my lips around him again, and began to slowly and gently stroke, letting my fingers caress the slippery smooth hardness. An almost steady trickle of pre-ejaculate was leaking from his piss hole.
Again he spoke out. "Please, Jess, I don't want to disappoint you again, and if you don't stop right now, I'm going to come. I won't be able to stop."
What a sweetie, I thought he would care. I let his throbbing cock slip from my mouth. "You won't disappoint me Chris, believe me." I swallowed him deeply and sucked as I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. That was the trigger. He bellowed and literally exploded, filling my mouth with his hot ejaculate. I realized something else at that instant, too, something that I hadn't felt for years, It was that deep satisfaction that came from making a special man very happy in a most intimate way. I savored both the thought and his taste as he came down from his climactic high.
"My God." He croaked. "I have never come like that before." What did you do to me?"
"Me?" I laughed. "You just needed to have your pipes cleaned. And I'm an experienced plumber."
"Well," he said between deep breaths, "You can do that again any time the urge strikes you. Then he looked at me with a bit of concern. "But what about you?" My reaction to our grappling in Deb's basement obviously was still on his mind.
I crawled back up the bed and embraced him, then gave him a long wet kiss that surely tasted of semen. "We have lots of time, I hope, Chris. Don't we? What, maybe thirty minutes 'til I can persuade this guy back to full size?" I asked as I gently fondled his soft dick.
