RANDI
Randi Boehmon and her family had been invited to visit the home of their son's new girlfriend. Jake was a freshman safety on the University of Cincinnati's football team and had met Erin Mason in one of his pre-med labs. Although the Boehman's lived quite comfortably, both Randi and her husband earned well into the six figures, the impression that she got from her son was that Erin's family was in another stratosphere. Old money, he told his parents, Erin's grandfather had made millions in textiles. Randi and her husband were wanting to make a good impression since they had met the girl and found her both sweet and attractive.
Their daughter was a counselor at summer camp, so it was just the three of them that climbed into Randi's BMW X-5 for the short trip down the interstate to Indian Hill. Randi's long blonde hair was down and she was wearing a white sleeveless sundress that showed off her great legs and contrasted nicely with her tan skin. Although she was in her forties, Randi appeared to be much younger, with stunning blue eyes , slender legs and an ass that was nearly perfect. She was wearing a cinnamon shade of lip gloss and she had to remind herself to back off slightly from the amount of eye make-up that she usually wore. She had thought about wearing her wedge sandals, but at the last minute , opted for the thong slides with the 3 inch heels.
The Mason's home was located about a quarter of a mile behind a set of huge wrought iron gates, and as they made their way up the winding lane, Randi was struck by the size of the home. Easily 20,000 square feet, she estimated, built in a beautiful Italianate design with lavish landscaping tastefully designed.
The Boehmons pulled up in front of the home and as Randi stepped out of the SUV she saw Erin and her parents come down the long stone steps to greet them. Erin's father Paul was a big, barrel-chested man with a flowing mane of black hair just turning gray at his temples. His wife Janet had long auburn hair, big green eyes and huge breasts bursting above her tiny waist.
Paul approached Randi's husband and shook his hand vigorously, introducing himself and his wife in a booming voice. Randi recognized his type right away from her work at a large electronics firm. He appeared to be much like the top salesmen she encountered; aggressive, cocky and loud.
Randi's husband replied "Hi Paul . . .I'm Bill Boehmon and this is my wife Randi."
Randi felt his eyes almost physically pass over her as they ran quickly up and down her petite frame. He took her tiny hand in both of his big mitts and squeezed her in a manner that caught her off guard when she felt her pussy tingle.
"So nice to meet you both!" he said, looking deeply into her icy blue eyes, a killer smile on his full lips.
Her husband helped her son unpack their luggage as Janet led Randi into her home. After a long tour, Janet led Randi to a large patio deck that looked out over the pool and surrounding hillsides where she found the others talking. Paul was an attentive host, getting Randi a superb glass of Chardonny only after asking detailed questions about her wine palate. Keeping her glass nearly full during dinner, Randi found herself quite buzzed by the time the sun had set behind them.
Erin invited Jake and his dad inside to watch the Red's game on their home theater and Janet excused herself to make sure the guest rooms were in order. Paul and Randi remained outside and Paul freshened their drinks before taking a seat next to her. Pulling out a Cuban, he asked "Would you mind?"
"No . . . Not at all." Randi replied "In fact " she said conspiratorially, as she reached into her purse and removed a hard pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s, " I was hoping to have a quick cigarette myself." "I don't smoke in front of my family." she added, flipping the top of the hard pack and bringing the long, white cigarette to her wetly shining lips to accept a light from Paul.
Randi took a deep drag and exhaled a thin stream up into the air as Paul lit his cigar. "I like a woman with secrets!" he told her, his eyes glinting with humor.
Paul shared stories with Randi as the two of them sat and smoked. At one point, at Paul's urging, Randi put the big cigar up to her luscious lips and took a small puff, the nicotine raced through her body causing her to become light-headed. Randi found herself laughing with Paul, she recognized that he was a player and it was clear to her were this was headed. She was not at all suprised when he asked if she would like to see his wine cellar. When she quickly agreed, a knowing smile crept across his square jaw.
Paul flipped the lights on in the wine cellar and closed the heavy door behind them. Randi felt his hands on her bare shoulders briefly before he spun her around and crushed him against his big chest. Paul kissed her roughly, his tongue pushing between her lips, one hand pawing one of her perky, firm breasts. Randi opened her mouth wide, her tongue meeting his anxious thrusts, her hands sliding from his shoulders to cradle the sides of his face. The two kissed deeply, almost fiercely, the alcohol fueling their lust.
Paul moved his hand away from Randi's breast and lifted up the front of her dress, his fingers pushing between her legs. Randi spread them slightly, and he moved the thin strip of her thong to one side, her pussy already wet in anticipation. Paul thrust his middle finger up into her warm, wet hole and, after a few short minutes of vigorous attention, soon had Randi moaning into his mouth as they continued to kiss, her legs turning to jelly.
Paul withdrew his finger and pulled his lips from Randi's, her blue eyes smoldering as she looked up at him, panting heavily, her face flushed.
Paul unzipped his pants and withdrew his hard cock, applying a slight downward pressure on Randi's shoulders, a clear indication of his desire. Randi quickly got to her knees and took his thick cock into her hands. As she slowly stroked him, he could feel the metal of her wedding bands against the sensitive skin of his shaft.
Randi dropped her jaw and took the fat head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm and she used both of her hands in unison with her loving mouth, a low moan building in her chest. Randi loved to suck cock and she knew she was quite good at it. After several minutes, Paul roughly grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face. Randi adjusted quickly, and placed both her hands on the sides of his hips as she breathed through her nose. She expected that he wanted to cum in her mouth and was suprised when she felt him pull his wetly shining shaft from her lovely lips.
"I gotta fuck you!" he said breathlessly "I gotta get some of that pussy!!"
He helped Randi to her feet and, without bothering to zip up, took her hand and led her through the door and down the hallway to his den. Randi grabbed his engorged member and led him into the room, a lewd smile on her face. The tiny tip of her tongue ran the length of her wetly shining lips as she stared at him, desire burning in her eyes.
Paul kissed Randi as he backed her up against a big leather couch. He spun her around and Randi braced herself on the back of the couch with outstretched arms. Paul flipped her dress up and quickly slid her thong panties to her ankles, her luscious ass proudly presented to him. Paul grabbed her by the hips and thrust his aching cock deep into her unfaithful pussy. Randi's head arched back in pleasure as she pushed her ass back to meet his urgent pounding.
"I knew you were a little cum slut the minute I saw you!!" Paul panted as he fucked her. "I knew that I'd be fucking you!!!"
