I met Donna last year at a party given by our neighbor, when she and her husband moved onto the block. She is 35 years old, 5'6" tall, with an average build and 36C breasts. She has brown hair and eyes and has a fantastic ass. She was born in Honduras but moved here when she was 5 years old. She is married to Tom, the pastor of a Christian church located a couple of towns over. He is 15 years older than she is and very straightlaced, which isn't hard to believe since he is a man of the cloth. Talking to them both that evening, you would think that they're a happy couple enjoying life.
I live a few doors down from Donna and Tom, and I have spoken to them and visited their home on numerous occasions. Donna is a quiet woman and doesn't show much of her body. Her clothing is very understated, but a few times she has worn outfits that suggest that she has a great body. I am 40 years old, 5'10", with brown hair and eyes and an average build. I have been divorced for 3 years.
About a month ago I went to their home to drop off a letter that was delivered to my home by mistake. I rang the door bell and Donna answered inviting me in. I gave her the letter and she asked me to sit and have some iced tea. I asked where Tom was, and she told me that he was away on a religious retreat. She also said that his pastoral duties keep him away from home a lot, and it was nice to have someone visit and to talk with. I live alone and I was also happy to have someone to chat with.
During our hour long conversation, I looked at Donna and took in her beauty. She wore a warm up suit which she had zipped up almost to her neck. I was able to check out her ass a couple of times, as she walked to and from the kitchen. When she became a little warm, she instinctively lowered the zipper to her jacket. She had on a tight white tank top which showed off her round breasts and a little cleavage. I couldn't help but stare at her chest. Combine that, her ass and her beautiful white smile, I started to feel a stirring in my jeans. A couple of minutes later, I excused myself and told her I had to return home. She thanked me again for the letter and I attempted to hide my semi hard on as I left.
The next afternoon there was a knock at my door. When I answered it I was surprised that it was Donna. I was even more surprised when I saw her wearing a nice pair of jeans and a blouse that was only buttoned to the top of her breasts. I invited her in and once again I stared. Donna was visibly nervous and she fidgeted as she tried to tell me why she was there. I listened as she explained that she saw me staring at her breasts the day before. I quickly apologized, but she said that none was necessary. She further explained that she also noticed my apparent discomfort as I left. Donna confided in me that my staring, and my growing erection caused her to become a little excited. She told me that Tom never looks at her as I did, and until yesterday, she had not felt like a woman that was desired.
We sat and talked and Donna opened up. She got very graphic and told me that she and Tom rarely have sex, and when they do, it's always in the missionary position and void of warmth. She said that Tom says that sex is only for procreation and not to be used for fun. Donna also told me that Tom doesn't last very long when they do have sex and he doesn't satisfy her. When I asked her why she was telling me all of this, she got nervous again. She quietly said that she found me attractive and that seeing me get excited yesterday, started her to think.
Donna's voice cracked when she asked me to be her lover, a friend with benefits. She wanted a discreet relationship and had no desire to leave Tom as it might destroy him as a pastor. I was surprised at her request and it took me a minute to fully comprehend her offer. Donna seeing the shock on my face became worried that she had revealed too much. She got up off of the couch and quickly walked to the door feeling ashamed.
I ran to her as she put her hand on the door knob, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her and told her I wanted to be her lover. She smiled at me and fell into my arms. She kissed me hard and said that she desired to be bad, very bad.