Musical Moans

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It started innocent enough. I went to pick up my wife's friend Allison in order to bring her to a 'girls only' Deck and Pool Party at our home. My job was to drive home whoever was feeling tipsy. Allison always got tipsy so she didn't even bother to take her car. And this is where I came in.

On my way to pick-up Allison, my wife rang my cell phone and said that she just talked to Allison and she promised to be ready by the time I arrived.

I said, "Honey. You know she always keeps me waiting. I'm going to Dunkin' Donuts and spend 45 minutes with donuts and Iced Coffee. It'll an hour and a half or so." I figured my Sunday afternoon was ruined. Boy, was I wide of the mark.

However, as fate would have it, Dunkin' Donuts was closed for repairs, so I drove directly to Allison's house off Redondo Drive Parkway.

When she answered the door, Allison was dressed in a simple robe. She said, "Well, if it isn't Gary. I'm not exactly ready yet, but I can put you to good use. Follow me."

I didn't move, but said, "I can't stand waiting for my wife to get ready so like, ah, how long you going to be?" I was frustrated and let it out, not caring since she was my wife's friend, not mine.

She said, "Well, it can be fifty minutes or five minutes depending if you cooperate."

Waiting fifty minutes was out of the question, so I followed her up the stairs. At this point I was to pissed to admire her jet-black long flowing hair or her very feminine round sexy ass.

As far as appearances, Allison's face was average, but a turn off to me since she seemed to be always sad, like she suffered all her life. I never knew what kind of figure she had since I only saw her in bulky jeans, sweatshirts and dress suits. She did not dress sexy, but I sort of could tell that she probably had a nice figure but didn't want to show it off. I doubted she was a looker. Like she was at least three years older than me, pushing 33 to 35, and older chicks don't do nothing for me. So quite frankly I didn't give a rat's ass for her except to please my wife.

Anyway, I followed to her upstairs study when she said, "Sit here, I'll be right out."

She returned quickly still in her robe but let it drop to he floor and said in a worried tone of voice, "How do I look? I need a second opinion."

Underneath the robe was a bathing suit since she was going to a Pool Party. It was a one-piece pale green swimsuit, conservative in style. This was the first time that I had seen her in a bathing suit and quickly averted my eyes from her body as she's my wife's friend. Yet I saw enough to know that she had a hot body. Usually I gawk at young chicks, but here was an older woman who was stacked. For the record, I've never had sex with a chick older than me.

I replied, "Great. So I guess we can go now."

She snapped, "Smart ass. Men really don't have any fun with clothes."

My reply. "I ain't a fashion critic and besides you look okay, Allison."

But Allison was having none of my praise. "I feel like a fat cow."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sure I heard that kind of women talk from my wife, but my wife while attractive has nowhere a sexy body. Nowhere. Period.

I said, "Not too big, not too tight, no holes in the suit, so what is the problem? " As soon as I said it, I knew I made a mistake. Never be flippant with a woman who is insecure about her figure.

Allison said, "First, I know you didn't mean it. You said it fast without looking."

I gave her a once over from head to ankles. "So I looked, already."

She wailed, "Oh, bull, Gary. My butt, belly and boobs are the problem."

I soothed her by saying, "No one will notice. I mean it's a girl only pool party."

Allison was unyielding, "Oh, they'll notice. You don't know how cruel us woman can be behind our backs"

"If you say so. " I laughed.

She added. "Oh, I know women! But seriously, Gary, how do I really look?"

I gave her an okay gesture with my hands and my face.

She growled, "Gary!"

I said, "Okay, I'll look you over real good although my wife might kill me if she knows that I checked out your body. "

She liked hearing that for some reason and seemed to relax for a few seconds while

I looked her over.

This is the exact moment where I began to falter. So I took my time and thought about how she looked before answering. As I said, she's around three years older than I am; I'll be 30 in a few months. Yet in spite of her advanced age, Allison still had a sexy figure. Maybe it was her tiny waist that made everything else seem so hot. Her tits looked large and firm, her ass was real shapely. In fact, that was the best part of her body. I gawked at her tits, saw her nipples in the one-piece bathing suit that covered a lot but I was still able to make out enough to know that she was built much, much better than my wife was. She was built to fuck. As a young man, I'd do anything to fuck a chick as good looking as her and now in my twenty-ninth year, I'd...no, no. I'd do nothing. I'm married. Happily. Period. No affairs for me.

"Why are you taking so long to answer me, Gary? Oh, god, is it really that bad." Her voice was now alarmed. And most importantly of all, she was totally unaware that I was gawking at her body. Chicks get like that; they get so consumed by their inner thoughts of not being attractive that they miss the obvious.

Somehow I was losing it, maybe it was her figure, maybe it was that I was resentful for her making me wait, but I was no longer diplomatic especially with my eyes. I was yearning for her body like crazy. I said, "Want the truth or ......"

She said nervously. "Tell me the truth and then ... I'll.....I'll hide in the closet."

She had been divorced for over six years. As far I knew she seldom if ever dated. So her self-esteem as far as being attractive to the opposite sex was probably low.

She continued, "Gary! I can't let them see me like this. I'm sagging all over.""

I said, "Allison. Your figure's better than my wife, but you better not tell her I said that." Then I added, "You're pulling my leg, right. Like angling for compliments?"

Now she really smiled. "Gary, I appreciate you saying that. Really, I do. Give me a sec to let that sink in, but I liked hearing that. And no, I won't tell your wife. So yes, you can say what you like, and not one word will get back to her. Of course, they better be complimentary."

I felt relieved but not sure why. Her smile changed her appearance for the better.

She turned her back to me, letting me take in her long legs, superbly shaped butt, and a finely tuned back and that flowing long dark black hair. But it was the ass that had me reeling. My cock was twitching. Allison may not be as pretty in the face department as my wife, but her body was the body of a twenty-two year old babe.

She asked, "Give me a guy's point of view. How do I look? I mean has gravity taken over? Be truthfully honest."

Maybe if I waited another second I would have never blurted this out.

"I got a hard-on." I whispered, but she most certainly heard me. I quickly turned my back on her and headed for the door to go downstairs.

She blubbered, "Oh, my god, oh, my god. Wait. I can't believe you said that to me. How could you? Gary that was...."

"The truth." I replied. I was standing in the doorway of her upstairs study and felt like a fool, a man about to be beheaded, with a hard-on.

"Yeah but...," She was now getting embarrassed, her face was getting a rosy color. Her eyes took in my jeans. I knew she could see my hard-on pushing my pants out.

She continued, "No one ever said something like that to me. That was crude, Gary"

I was worried what she might tell my wife. "Yeah, maybe but I'm not coming on to you. All I did was tell you the truth and now what, you put me down."

I wanted to get away from her and quickly walked down the stairs. The whole episode since I arrived in her home took less than five minutes.

I felt she was right behind me and her voice was insistent. "Wait. So if you're not coming on to me, why use those words? Why mention your, ah, your sex organ?"

I knew I had to be diplomatic or she might tell my wife some bullshit story about me coming on to her. I replied. "Because it was the truth. You did ask me from a guy's point of view and I hate to inform you, Allison, but for a guy, a stiff dick means you're a turn-on. Like you're very attractive and so my damn dick got hard."

I stopped, thought for a second, then added, "And in case you forgot, a hard-on is meant as a compliment. You got that? Compliment, not a come-on"

She seemed flustered and raised her voice, "But tasteless. You got to admit."

My cock was no longer hard. I sneered. "Whatever. Do me a favor, don't ask me how you look next time." Then I thought of how not to let my wife get involved and cover my ass. I added, "Wait until I tell my wife about this."

She asked incredulously, "Really? You'd tell your wife about this?"

I waited a moment, said, "I got nothing to be ashamed of. When I got married, I didn't lose my manhood. Point is, Allison, just because I got turned on doesn't mean I am going to hit on you. Sally and I've been married over seven years and I haven't cheated. I still think she's hot looking. But we tell each other our sexual fantasies. Just because someone turns you on, doesn't mean you have to fuck her. But it doesn't stop me from getting a boner when I see a hot looking chick." I was talking way too much.

She sat down and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. "Sorry. You're right, I think." She was pondering and that made me worry. "Listen, I got to think about it; sit in the car, I'll be out in a minute. I got to change into street clothes anyway."

I should have left to sit in the car, but being a stubborn Taurus I wanted to argue my point of view. "What is there to think about, Allison? I meant it as a super compliment of worship. Can't you get that?"

She seemed amused now, "You're irritated with me?"

I said, "Damn straight I am. Like you asked me to look at your body. I did. My cock got hard. That means you look great as far as I'm concerned and now you are off on some ego trip or something."

She said, " Sorry. Maybe you're right." She paused, then continued, "Maybe? Not sure. I think you could have used more delicate words. But, sit for minute."

When I did, she spoke, "Yes, it was a compliment and I no longer feel like a fat cow." She smiled and gave me the peace sign. "You know, I don't socialize since my divorce. This is the first time I put on a bathing suit in years. That was my second divorce, you know. I feel I'm no longer attractive to men. You understand that, I hope, Gary? And you're really a sweet man for sharing your thoughts with me."

I replied, "Just remember it was meant as a compliment."

Her voice got soft, sweet. "It really has been years since a guy looked at me that way. I guess I ....I... I guess......"

I asked, "You guess what?"

She shifted her legs, and now I had an open view of her body as she lounged in the chair in her bathing suit that had turned me on. Her tits were prominent, her pubis mound pushed out at her crotch. Her legs were wonderfully long.

She asked, "Can I share something with you. I mean it goes no further than the door. Not your wife, especially not your wife or she and I might n longer be friends. Can you give me your word, Gary?"

"Sure." I replied.

She insisted, "I won't share my feelings with you unless I can be one hundred percent certain of your loyalty. Not ninety-nine percent. Your word?"

"Okay, I give you my word. Swear not one word to my wife or buddies."

She said. "I liked it. To my amazement, those few crude words make me feel good. I feel like a woman again."

"That is what compliments are supposed to do." I was still unsure and had to defend myself. "I didn't mean to gross you out, Allison. Really didn't think before I spoke. You said speak as a man would and my reply came out of my gut. No harm, right?"

She was still sitting over ten feet away but I felt we were touching. She said, "Oh, I like what your gut had to say. It was pure, real, simple and powerful."

Then she really, really blushed. She continued but was not looking at me. Her voice low, almost a whisper. "Hearing you say your were erect. And seeing how you were looking at my body and then seeing, you know, seeing the bulge. I got scared, Gary. I guess I should have said thanks and left it at that."

I laughed, "But then we wouldn't have had this interesting conversation."

Her voice was soft. "Gary, I need a favor. Don't tell Sally about this. I have my reasons, please."

I quipped, "No problemo, Allison. I mean like she ain't going to be too happy with me if she hears I got a boner from looking at you."

She smiled in a soft feminine way. Something I have never seen her do. She said, "Gary, I got to change into street clothes. I'll put the bathing suit on at your house so give me a minute. Really, one minute to change and we'll go." At the top of stairs, she turned, said, "And give you time to calm down."

I knew that she had seen my hard-on through my pants. Now I could enjoy being turned on, and not fear her wrath. I joked, "Good idea. This one is a real beauty."

At the top of the stairs, she again requested, "And don't tell Sally. I really need for you to promise me."

I felt in control and said, "I won't if you answer me one question."

She paused and said, "Sure. Just ask."

I was still sitting near the door, sprawled out on a sofa, "I don't want to ask it unless you will really answer it. And I got my reasons for making you promise me, fair?"

She said, "I'll answer."

I didn't let up, "But truthfully?"

"Of course, Gary."

I looked at the ceiling away from her; it was getting to close for comfort. "I don't know why I want to know this but I do." I said defensively.

She was still standing on the steps, posed, giving me a full frontal view of her tits, her belly, her prominent mound, and long feminine legs. It was a sexy, tease pose. I had it done to me before so I knew it rather well.

She asked, "What could be more threatening to say then you got an erection from looking at your wife's friend?"

I was unsure. But I saw her waiting for an answer.

"Did you get wet?" I spit it out.

"Jeez! Oh, my god." And Allison sat down on the top of stairway steps. Her eyes searched my face for a clue. She said, "You're incorrigible."

I shrugged, then blushed. "Okay, that was way out of line." I got up and walked to the door to leave, said. "Listen, I'm turned on again and please forgive me Allison, like, it's not me talking. I'm coming across like a jerk, but hard-ons do that." I lowered my head in shame, but hadn't left the house yet

Still at the top of the stairs, she spoke. "wait, Gary, don't leave. Let's talk this out, please." She took a breadth, then continued, "To answer your question, no." Her voice was again soft, feminine. "I... I wasn't ...... wait." She paused. "Give me a sec." She closed her eyes and then continued, "When you first told me about your erection, no, I did not get ah, you know, ah, sexually excited. In fact, I was stunned and totally taken aback. But now, in the last minute or so, well, ...."

I waited for her to finish but she did not. I asked. "Well what?"

"Well, yes..." she answered.

All I could say was, "I take it you mean ......"

Allison said, "Yes... okay, yes. That is what I mean."

I said, "Wet?"

We were the only ones in the house, yet she whispered only for my ears, "Very wet."

I stammered, "Don't tell me that."

Allison was smiling, playful. "You told me your erection was a real beauty this time. I didn't know there were different types of erections."

I said, "Listen, Allison, while you change, I need to go to the bathroom and give myself a hand job or a gallon of cold water. This talk is getting too much for both our sakes. I don't want no problems. Like I'm married, and my wife is your friend."

"I agree." Then she said, "You can use the bathroom downstairs. I'll be finished before you or ...ah, ....how does it take to do what you need to do?"

She was giggling. Playful. She actually looked attractive when she smiled. Ever since I've known her, she had that long sad, face.

Then her demeanor changed, she looked thoughtful, then said, "I've never seen a guy do that to himself. Always wanted, but no guy would let me watch. Know something, I have two big fantasies actually. One is watching two guys suck each other, and the other is watching a guy masturbate."

"Rent a fag porno." I immediately felt stupid for saying that.

She asked, "Are you really gong to do it?"

I looked at her, not sure what she meant.

"Masturbate?" She clarified.

I replied, "I better or I might get in trouble."

She said, "Can you actually masturbate in the bathroom?"

My reply. "Sure. All this talk, and especially how you look, got me very, very hard. I know I shouldn't be saying this, being married."

She asked, "What I meant was can you do it in the bathroom instead of the bed room? It's so sterile looking. Usually people masturbate in their bed, I'd think."

When I didn't reply, she said, 'Okay. Do what you have to, I'll be just a two minutes or do you need more time?"

"A few minutes is fine. I'm ready to burst."

Allison disappeared into her bedroom. I heard the rustling of coat hangers and shoes dropping on the floor.

I looked at my watch. Less than twenty-five minutes had gone by since I arrived. Wow, what a turn of events. I caressed my dick and thought of her body.

It was less than five minutes when she came down the stairs dressed in a colorful blouse, a tennis skirt and sneakers. Around one shoulder she had a gym bag with her bathing suit inside.

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused. She looked to her right where the down stairs bathroom was, listened for sounds. Then she turned her gaze to the living room and screamed as her gym bag fell from her shoulders. "Oh, god! Oh, Gary!"

I was sprawled on the same couch as before but this time I was naked from the waist down, except for my boots, and my hard cock was in my hand.

She said in a shaky voice, "Please tell me you are not doing what you are doing."

I said nothing but continued to stroke my very erect cock; I felt it get harder and longer since she arrived.

She begged, "Say something."

I said, "You said you always wanted to see a guy do it."

"Well, yes but......I can't look. Really. It's not right." Her voice trailed off.

Most importantly she had not left the room; she had not called the police, and she had not screamed rape.

I said, "There is no harm in watching me. I'll enjoy it as much as you will." Then I added most prudently, "As long as we both agree to not let this go any further."

"But your married to my friend." She was thinking hard and looking harder. "And how can I trust you?"

I said, "I can finish in the bathroom. Would you rather that I did?"

She stayed put at the bottom of the stairway and nothing, "I mean if I watch, Oh, god, Gary, this is difficult. I want to watch but I might get turned on and I can't do that. Not to your wife, really."

I said, "I feel a lot more excited that you're in the room and watching me do it."

She squeaked out, "You'll just masturbate and .... and .... ah, cum and that's it?"

I said, "If you watch, I'll cum a lot more. Sit next to me. Let me see your face."

Her face was knotted up, but also had a nice rosy coloring to it. "Okay. I'll come closer. And I'm putting my trust in your word.

She had decided. Allison walked unsteadily to the chair next to the sofa.

She said, "Are you an exhibitionist?"