Synopsis of Chapters 1 & 2
: This is the third installment in a story about the adulterous affair between a 57-year old married woman and a 33-year old man. The afternoon following their first little get together, (during which they screwed like minks at Margie's place while Margie's hubby was asleep in the next room) Margie and John got together at his condo. They made love on John's dining room table, then spent the night screwing at John's place, since Margie's hubby was out of town for the evening. A week after their second encounter, John is reclining by the pool, reflecting fondly on his quick little romp with Margie, earlier in the day. Little does John suspect it, but his life is about to become very complicated. The story continues...
As I lay by the pool, I replayed in my mind for the umpteenth time my encounter with Margie earlier in the day. The sun felt great on my bare chest and legs, the beer I just drank had given me a slight buzz, and I was utterly spent from my noontime lovemaking with Margie. Life was good I thought.
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Margie, the property manager of my condo complex - who I'd been sleeping with on occasion for the past week - had called me just after 8 that morning.
"Hey, you. It's been awhile. Miss seeing you."
"Same here," I replied. "I can't wait to get together with you again. When can you get away?"
"Hubby won't be going out of town until next week, dammit."
"Too bad," I replied. "It's been a week since I got in your panties. I'm horny."
"Me too," Margie complained. "But, I tell you what, if I close the office for a spell at lunch time, think you can pull yourself away from whatever you're doing and come by here for a nooner?"
"Damn right I can."
"OK. Be here at noon, " Margie said.
Promptly at 12 noon I walked across the courtyard from my condo to the property management office. The shades were drawn and the "Closed" sign was hung on the door. I knocked softly. Margie opened the door immediately and I slipped inside. Margie closed and locked the door, then turned to face me.
"So, you missed me, huh?" she asked.
Looking her up down, I replied, "I sure did."
She was wearing a short white, sleeveless summer dress - like all her clothes, a size too small. Margie is prone to cramming her size 14 body into a size 10 dress. The resulting effect was to show plenty of her curves as well as lots of her thick, meaty thighs. A ray of sunlight peeping through the skylight above us shone through the dress and clearly illuminated the shadow of her thick, hairy bush. Her long, dark nipples were visible under the thin fabric. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath that dress.
Margie is 57 years old, and she looks it. Short, stout, and hefty, with her dark olive complexion, permed salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, she looks like a typical late-middle aged, matronly, Italian-American housewife. Her once shapely, well endowed figure is now kind of pear-shaped - small on top and thick through the middle and the bottom end. That said, I must add that Margie still has plenty of sex appeal, at least to me. She always dresses in a sexy manner, always makes sure her hair is done and her nails painted, that kind of thing. Thinking about fucking her again for the first time in over a week was turning me on. I was getting a stiffy and Margie spotted it.
Glancing at my crotch, she grinned. She kicked off her sandals, then pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the desk. Just as I thought, she wasn't wearing a stitch underneath. I marveled at the transformation once she shed her clothes. In the nude, Margie positively exudes sex and sensuality. Her sagging 34C pancake titties, soft slightly paunchy tummy, hefty ass, dark wild bush, and thick legs make Margie look like she was born to fuck. Damn, she looked hot!
