Having the neighbor's baby sure can change a woman. There wasn't much doubt to me it was his. I could see a little bit of the neighbor and none of my husband. The doctor had gone along with me in telling Bill that I should not have more kids. With my tubes tied I was a month out from childbirth and looking for a fuck buddy more than sex with my husband.
Luck would have it that we got out of the trailer park and into a little house in Glen Burnie. It being closer to work for my husband Bill made the extra rent a little more bearable. The distance to where we did live wasn't much but severed most of the neighbors I'd mentioned before. Gary didn't contact me to check out the new baby even though I left a message for him. His wife, my best friend Becky had left with her money laden boyfriend months earlier.
So, I had a clean slate. No old lovers even though I did miss Bobby. Now I was a Mom with three kids, one slightly not legit. I almost had my figure back. My tits looked good. I didn't let the baby hang off my nipples. Another couple of pounds and I'd be back in shape never to be stretched out under maternity clothes ever again.
After starting out my marriage as a good girl my penis count not counting my husband was at four.
Five came unexpectedly. Bill was watching the kids so I could go to the store after dinner, but before he went to bed. I was about finished when a really hot guy about 35 commented after seeing diapers, formula, wipes and all things baby in my cart along with the groceries.
"Shopping for a friend?" I knew it was a line.
"No. I have a month old and two more at home."
"Wow! No ill effects."
"Thank you."
I probably sounded a little flirty. That may have brought on what he said next.
"You look like you could use a good fucking."
I was a bit taken back by his bluntness. But, he was right. I'd had enough of being a new mom. He sent a tingle through my pussy with one simple sentence. I looked at the store sign right above our heads.
"And, you are going to do that right here in aisle 11?"
"No. I have my car out in the parking lot. It's a big car. Plenty of room for two in the back."
"Does that line ever work?"
"Not so far."
"Well it did now. Let me put the milk back in the cooler."
"It's not hot out. It should be fine."
We both watched each other go through different cashier lines. I got to my car and loaded my groceries as he walked by carrying his stuff in one bag.
"Come on with me. It will be fun."
We walked together another hundred feet. He put his bag in the front seat. I slid in the back with him.
"I suppose this is going to be a get-to-know-you fuck. You probably need to get home."
"I kind of do." I confessed. Husband's at home with the kids.
"Best kind of fuck!"
"Yes, I know." I agreed.
I pulled up my skirt and took off my panties. He unzipped and put his pants around his ankles. I straddled his legs with my back to him. He rubbed his cock head around on my pussy. It slipped in me. I lowered myself down on it, quickly grinding it around inside me.
"Feels good baby. You and your husband fucking again?"
"No, probably in a couple of weeks. You feel good in me."
It's hard to tell how big a guy is in a back seat and in a car, but he had me ready to cum. When I was trying to get all I could of him in me I felt him start to spurt. Not once or twice, but six or eight times. I sat there a few minutes resting my arms on the back of the front seat. Cum was running from my freshly fucked cunt. It was his back seat, his worry.
"I hope you live around her so we can do this again."
I told him my street and told him the number was 436.
"Holy shit! We're neighbors. I'm at 432, one house between us."
"No you don't. I've met that lady. She's like eighty something. I've never seen you car there."
"Yeah. That's my Mom. She's 82! We have a garage."
"You live with your Mom?"
"I'm divorced. No kids. Mom couldn't live alone. I needed a place to stay. Two problems solved."
"No, three problems solved. My Bill is gone 6 A.M. to 3:30 P.M."
"I sell cars. I'm off Mondays and Thursdays. I'll have to clean this one up before work tomorrow."
"I let myself get fucked by a car salesman?"
"Hey, they're nice cars. You got a problem with that?'
"Just I've got to get home. I've got milk in my car."
"Look at me. I've got cream in mine."
"Can you remember my number to call before you come over Thursday?"
"Really? I'm in? Just like that?"
I gave him my number and raised up off his cock. It was a good thing I had my skirt up around my waist as his load gushed out of me.
I sort of sang in my car on the way home. My panty crotch was soaked while Bill helped me put things away. My husband gave me an admiring glance.
"You look good, Judy. I can't wait until I can fuck you again."
"Yeah, me neither." I smiled. "Maybe a couple of more weeks. You know. Don't want to rush that surgery."
A little more cum trickled into my panties. Then I remembered that I didn't even get the guy's name. So, anyway that was number five.
Number five's name turned out to be Wayne. I told him that Bill left for work at 6 A.M. My phone rang at 6:30.
"Hi. Bad time?" This was before cell phones. My phone still had rotary dial.
"No. You coming over?"
"Yeah. I want to see that pussy in the daylight."