I have left work for "lunch" very, very early. My afternoon is cleared of meetings, but I know she has a time limit of when the kids get back from school.
She usually likes to be entertained away from home. Most of her latest lovers have been away (and there have been several lately, she is finally spreading her wings). For today, she has needed to meet me at her home. She has asked me to park away from the house and walk to the back door. She has told me the back door will be open, so that no one will ever see us together from her greeting me.
I find her in the kitchen; in the red dress that she says makes her feel pretty. She has also, just for me, worn that string of pearls. I find her curves and softness enticing. Like a lot of women her age and size, she does not always understand us men who take pleasures in the site of woman no matter what the shape. I can she has worn her bra -- one hint to her vanity, rather than being fully natural under the dress as I had requested.
She leads me to the living room. Even at mid-day, it is a little dark with the blinds drawn. She does not need the neighbors seeing.
We sit on the couch and cuddle. We have "talked" enough that words are not needed today. I think I know what she wants from me and I am here to be all the man the dreams of.
We kiss. Such sweet kisses. The feel of those large zoftig breasts against my chest excites me.
I explore her wondrous softness as we kiss. She starts to resist a little, but then submits under my hungry kisses. Finally, she begins exploring the barrel-chested hardness of this her next lover. I unzip the back of her dress and unhook her bra. I pull a shoulder down and let one of those wonderful breasts spill out for my viewing pleasure. I nurse that beautiful breast as I lower the other shoulder of her dress. I bounce around kissing her lips, nibbling her neck, and nursing from those wondrous breasts.
She slumps into the couch in submission to my kisses. Her dress hikes up and her legs gently spread to my curiosity. I am kissing her lips when I finally reach her wet pleasure bud. The intake of air almost pulls my whole face in.
I have her stand and finish laying her dress aside. I have her twirl around me like a young model so I can drink all of her beauty in: naked but for her string of pearls and earrings.
She knows that, if her husband were to walking in unexpected now, I would want to continue making love to her as he watches. But that is not their relationship. He does not yet know she has started taking so many lovers, let alone be interested in watching her entertain one of her lovers.