It had been some time since I had any intimate relationships and Deb and the kids had moved away. I was feeling a bit lonely and, occasionally, I would visit the condo pool just to see some people outside of work. One bright and sunny day, about 80 degrees or so, I was on a lounge chair in a t-shirt and a pair of surfing trunks with sun glasses. This woman paraded past me several times. She was wearing a black string bikini and high heeled mules. She had a nice curvy body and appeared to be in her late 30's. Her boobs had been enhanced and were barely restrained by her top. She also had a tattoo on the small of her back. You know the kind. She also had striking long wavy red hair. It was glorious and matched her beautiful green eyes. She was pretty but her face reflected that she had seen some tough times. She looked at me a couple of times and smiled.
A day or so later, my door bell rang and I answered it. The woman from the pool was at the door as I opened it.
She smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Brenda Johnson. My husband and I have recently moved here from Columbia, South Carolina. I thought I would bring some cookies that I baked and introduce myself."
Somewhat taken aback, I smiled and said," Well that's a switch, I thought the resident was supposed to be the one to bring the welcoming gift. My name is Hunter, you can call me Hunt. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee or an iced tea?"
"Well, I do things a little differently from other people," She laughed, "I'd love to have some iced tea."
She came in and we talked for awhile. I found out that her husband was a mechanical contractor and she used to work in a doctor's office. It was nothing she specifically said but the impression that I got was that her husband was a bit of a lout. She had been to community college and had obtained an Associate's Degree. She was obviously very smart but she had not had the financial resources to go on. She said that her husband discouraged her further education because he didn't feel it was necessary. On this particular visit, she was wearing normal jeans and a tank top with sneakers. It all seemed to be pretty innocent although she was a little rough around the edges I
Over the next few weeks, we ran into each other at the pool several times and talked over early morning coffee and/or iced tea. One day, she started asking about my home entertainment system as she and her husband were looking to buy a new one. We were at the pool and asked if she could see and hear it. I said, "Sure." She was wearing a tight Aqua colored one piece that showed her ample cleavage and the back was cut down clear to her ass crack. She really looked hot and I was clearly getting lustful thoughts. She put on her opaque bathing suit wrap and accompanied me back to my place.
We got back to my place and went into the living room to look at the system. I played some music on it as well as some DVD's.
"Brenda, would you like some iced tea?" I asked.
"I'm in the mood for something a bit different. Do you have some white wine?" She inquired.
"I think so. I'll check. Meanwhile if you want to try the system, find a DVD you find interesting and put the system through its paces." I said.
I had burned DVD's from Deb's videos of Rhonda and I and had placed them in unmarked cases. I really hadn't given them much thought since they were placed in an obscure place on enclosed rack. I returned into the room with the wine and saw Brenda viewing and, apparently enjoying, me pounding Rhonda's pussy from behind. I was aghast.
"Mmmmmm, that looks good," Brenda said, "I heard you had a special talent."
"Huh?" I stammered.
"I met Debbie at a health club and we started talking. I mentioned where we had just moved to and one thing led to another. I know all about you." She was looking at me in a very lustful manner, "I have needs. My pussy wants to be filled by a stiff cock."
I was really hesitant about entering into a relationship with Brenda. There was something about her that made me uneasy. I wasn't sure she could maintain discrete behavior. She was a bit abrupt and inclined to talk and then she tacked on,
"If we were to be fuck buddies, you'd have to wear condoms and..."
I was getting a bit pissed at her aggressive behavior and cut her off, "Listen, I don't what you've heard but you're looking at my very private videos and I don't discuss my private life with relative strangers."
She was confused but still being too aggressive, "I'm sorry, but I thought I was dealing with a stud that liked to fuck married women. Not a wimp."
"Brenda, you have heard a pile of crap. I really think you need to go now." I snapped back.
She angrily put down her glass and stormed out of the house and I thought that was the end of our interaction. Things were a bit frosty for a while but she had a flat tire on her car. She was having difficulty with changing it as I was walking by. I offered to change it and she accepted. As I was working on it, she said,
