Genevieve and I watched as her husband's hand wandered over the slim woman's arse. The woman in question was Amy Sturman. Short, slim, pretty, Amy. They talked and giggled with each other, while they swayed unsteadily to the music. Genevieve gulped back another margarita, seemingly building up the courage to walk over there and confront them. This would not have suited my plans, so I placed a reassuring hand on her arm.
"Don't worry Genevieve; you're far more beautiful than her. Let them embarrass themselves."
"Thanks Greg, you've always been so understanding," she replied sincerely.
"Understanding?" possibly. "Manipulative?" definitely. I had lusted after Genevieve from day one. Genevieve and her husband Braydon had been our neighbours for three years. Like me and my wife
Cindi, they are in their late thirties. They have two children; we have three, of a similar age, so we soon got to know them well. They made a handsome couple, with Genevieve particularly good looking. She was part Polynesian, 5' 7", slim, with long legs and a nice bust. She was very graceful in her movements. When Cindi left the parties early, as she nearly always did, I would move to Genevieve and engage her in a bit of light banter. She appeared to enjoy this and I would go so far to say that there was a bit of chemistry between us.
I should point out that my relationship with my wife Cindi was going just fine. Married 16 years, we were soul mates and she was a great wife and mother. However, I had always felt a need for extra marital pleasures, when the opportunity arose. Such opportunities sometimes arrived without any effort, while others required some considerable groundwork. I returned with another drink, passed it to Genevieve and then turned her away from her husband in order to have her relax a little. We talked about her and I made sure the compliments flowed freely.
At more than one of our numerous neighbourhood parties Genevieve had performed her native dance for those present. The men in particular had greatly appreciated the rocking of her hips and the way she moved her hands. I found it quite erotic and like many of the men present wondered how she would be in bed. However, Genevieve was always just a little aloof and happy to leave the impression that she was somewhat of a Princess, too good for any common man. She had once told Cindi her mother had been Polynesian royalty. This along with a professional European father, who sent her to a private boarding school, ensured Genevieve had learnt how to behave like a lady.
The problem for Genevieve was that she had married a man whose behaviour was often not that of a gentleman. Braydon could greatly anger and embarrass her. A regular event at our neighbourhood parties was Braydon getting drunk and far too affectionate with other women. He was good looking man, with the gift of the gab and he had no problem enticing the more vulnerable or willing of the neighbourhood women. This cavorting had become worse with time and tonight, with Amy Sturman, he had moved it to a new level. This was obvious to all who were interested and none more so than Genevieve.
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That Genevieve was so upset by what she was witnessing was fine by me, because some planning had gone into my manipulating the events taking place. I had known Amy for years. We'd had a brief affair two years past. She had still been married to John at that point, but it was fairly obvious she was not happy and my wife confirmed this. I knew from chatting with her that she went to a bar with workmates on Friday evenings, while John looked after their kids. One night I suggested to a couple of friends that we visit that bar and there we just happened to run into Amy and her friends.
As the evening progressed my friend's drifted off and so did many of hers, including her ride home. We chatted then danced; I held her tight and whispered in her ear. She giggled, indicating that she was more than happy with the close contact.
It was all too easy. I offered her a ride, she accepted and by the time we were in the dimly lit parking lot, there was little doubt about what would occur. As soon as we reached the car, I pulled her to me and we engaged in a long lingering kiss. I soon moved my hand up under her blouse and then her bra to feel her breast and erect nipple. Amy was a small, slim girl and her breasts were not large, probably merely B cup at best, but she was passionate and this turned me on.
At this point I suggested we adjourn straight to the back seat of the car. Amy agreed and, once in there, she lay on her back with her skirt riding up around her thighs. I pushed the skirt higher and she lifted her arse so I could remove her panties. I was hard and horny and had no intention of undertaking anything but rudimentary foreplay, as I felt, "Here was a woman who wanted to fuck."
I brought my hand to her mound, moved my fingers around it in a circular motion and then slipped the middle finger inside her. She was wet. Without hesitation I lay on top of her and returned my lips to hers, while I unzipped my pants. I took hold of my cock, rubbed it slowly up and down her slit two or three times and then entered her with three savage thrusts.
"Oh my god," she uttered and she exhaled. I was buried to the hilt and rested for a second. "Fuck me hard," she whimpered. So I did just that.
I began with slow deliberate strokes, but soon built momentum as her tight vagina expanded to accommodate me. Then I went at her like a piston. I pushed her bra up off her breasts and brought my lips to her nipples. I nipped one with my teeth, as I squeezed the other breast with my hand. She seemed to enjoy this roughness and it drove me on. Amy was meeting my thrusts with her own, so I grabbed her behind the thighs and lifted her legs higher. I moved my hands to each side of her head, rose up into the push up position and pounded into her.
I'm fit and I fucked her like that for fully 10 minutes. At one point we had to stop because I had driven her head hard against the door handle. Despite the roughness Amy seemed to love it. However, she showed no sign of reaching an orgasm. Eventually my own juices rose and I didn't bother to hold back, thrusting deep into her one last time then holding myself inside her as I released.
While we dressed ourselves she asked, "Would you like to do this again."
She sounded needy and I did not reply.
She then followed up with, "I don't want this to be a one off; I couldn't stand to feel I'd just been used."
"Ok," I agreed, "Let's see how it goes," while making it clear I would not be leaving Cindi.
