Julia heard the front door close and sighed. She should get up...should not be alone with another man. The car started and they listened to the sound of the engine as it backed down the drive then went almost silent then revving a bit more loudly before fading into the distance.
"You should go," she said right as the man's arm went around her shoulders pulling her against his chest. "No, Russ isn't here and we shouldn't..."
She wanted to finish her sentence but as he turned her head, her lips met resistance against his. She didn't pull away, didn't slap him but let him part her lips with his tongue. It did feel nice but she was married and alone with...She broke the kiss and tried to sit up but he gently pushed her away. "We shouldn't, you should go...ohhhhh," she sighed. His hands did feel good rubbing her shoulders... "Ok, just this..." she sighed.
He was hitting her in all the right places as he moved to her neck, then down along her spine. She felt the tension in her back melt away. He was good with his hands...massaging, what else...? He covered her entire back before moving to her sides. He then gently worked her latissimus dorsi along with her serratus anterior muscles. He stopped and pulled up her top.
"Wait, no...Russ isn't here..." she sighed. She had the same thought, though, it would feel better if the heavy top weren't in the way.
"Yes, Russ isn't here," he said softly, "and you are wearing a bra that covers you just like a bikini top. Good girl," he said as she lifted her arms.
"Ok, but just this...nothing more comes off," she said. She looked at her watch, "Russ should be back in an hour and a half...maybe less."
"I'm just working out the tensions in your muscles, nothing to worry about. It's important to relax," he said as he tossed the blouse onto the chair next to them. He went back to the muscles on her lower back and sides. She was leaning forward on the edge of the couch, her breathing getting deeper.
It did feel good. She'd had massages before but never coupled with the sexual tension she'd felt all evening around Russ's coworker. Todd had arrived and made no attempt to hide his appreciation for her tits and ass. The man seemingly had no flaws, tall, buff, and could lift a car if he wanted to, and was great-looking. What struck her initially were his hands. She wondered if Rawlings even made a baseball mitt large enough for him. All evening she'd been glancing at the front of his pants curious if the old adage were true. Then she'd checked out his shoes. She had no idea what size they were but they looked a lot longer than Russ's size 10s...maybe 3" longer? What size would that be? "This feels nice, you're hitting some tight spots."
"I'm good at finding the tight spots," he said smiling. He worked his way up to the bra below her armpit and groaned, "This is annoying," he said. "You'll be fine, just keep your back to me." He stopped rubbing and undid the clip in the back.
"No...wait. Russ isn't here and...ok, fuck! Just this though," she said letting the bra slide down her arms. She tossed it onto the chair where her husband had been sitting just 20 minutes ago. His hands did feel good but she wished she could rub her breasts as they itched slightly after being held firmly by the bra since earlier that morning. She could feel the heavy masses sag onto her ribs now that they were no longer being supported. She'd been blessed or cursed which large breasts requiring bras, but now that she was in her 30s they sagged a bit more than they did 10 years ago. Russ loved them and all the men she'd come across spent as much time checking her chest out as they did looking at her face.
His fingers were working her abdominals, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts. Then he moved down to the top of her jeans and then around her back. His hands slid under the waistband trying to get to her obliques. He reached around to undo the button and zipper.
"Stop, I said just the bra..." she said putting her hands over his.
"Just undoing them so I can get to your lower back. Also, the glutes are the largest muscles in the human body. You don't want to leave them out," he said brushing her hands away.
"Ok, just that...the pants stay on," she said.
"There," he said as he slid his large hands down the back of her pants. 'Nice,' he thought, 'a thong.' She had a great body. When he'd first met her it was her chest that attracted him, but later when a gust of wind had blown up her skirt, it was her ass that lived in his fantasies. Her skin felt like velvet as he probed deeper down her pants. She was leaning forward more giving him more access and her breathing now was coupled with soft moans. "Feels good, doesn't it? Here, lie down so I can work your glutes properly." He stood both to give the married woman space, but also to get a good look at those huge tits. He was a huge fan of tanlines and her breasts almost glowed in the dim light they were so white.
Julia looked at her watch, "This is inappropriate...Russ isn't here..." She saw where he was looking and wrapped her arms over her chest and sighed, "Ok, just for a bit longer, then you have to leave," she said. She lay on her stomach and let out a soft moan as the man's large hands started up at her shoulders working their way down. She made no move to stop him as he at first worked around her tits bulging out then let his fingers gently probe the soft flesh. It all felt great and as much as it bothered her that she was half-naked around a strange...well, not a strange man, but a man that was not her husband...it felt wonderful.
He worked his way down to her lower back, pulling the pants down so her butt crack was exposed. He could see her ass was as white as her tits.
She liked how he was working her obliques and made no move to stop him as he tugged the waistband down more and more. Julia realized her pants were down to her thighs and quickly reached down to grab them, "I told you..." she said. "I know, I have panties on which are the same as bikini bottoms...Ok, just the pants," she said firmly, "I'm not going to get naked with you." She looked at her watch, "Russ should be back in an hour." She lifted her hips, then her legs as she felt the cool air on her now naked form.
'Wow! Great ass,' he thought, 'perfectly round globes just begging to be fucked,' he thought. He made sure to spread her ass-cheeks as he worked her tight muscles. The narrow strap did nothing to hide her puckered ass. Then as he worked her upper thighs she let him pull her legs apart and he could see her thinly covered pussy. She looked to be aroused as her labia were puffy and there was a dark strip of moisture down the shadowed cleft. His cock throbbed thinking how great it was going to feel parting those lips and sliding inside her. She wasn't trying to hide her arousal as she was softly humping the couch. Watching her ass flex and her legs now opening as his fingers stroked her inner thighs told him he could pull his shirt off.
Julia didn't say anything as she felt the man undress. She'd been curious about what Todd's chest and abs looked like which made her aching increase. His large hands were getting closer and closer to her throbbing pussy, never making contact. 'Was his chest hairy? Was he one of those guys who groomed?' she wondered. She wanted to turn over to look but that would be inappropriate as her husband wasn't there. "Oh, God!" she spat feeling a fat finger suddenly stroke across her ultra-sensitive clit and up her wet slit to her anus. "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh," she moaned as the man's fingers rubbed her pussy more aggressively. Then she came to her senses and grabbed his wrist, "We can't...I can't..."