Please read these stories in Order. I am trying to follow a progression. If you like this, I have a couple more adventures I want to write about.
After an incredible weekend of sex and work, I think both Sandy and I felt there was something here that we both had been missing for a long time. I had to drive back to the city and go back to my regular job, but the thought of Sandy was always on my mind.
Sandys Farmhouse as I had mentioned was built a long time ago and needed quite a bit to keep it up. This first weekend, between all of our romps we got the first bedroom completely stripped to the studs, re-insulated, rocked, taped and mudded. Then our exciting painting episode. We even got the furniture moved back in to make it livable again. There was the still the second bedroom that needed it, but for the first weekend, we learned that Sandy and I worked well together, in more ways than one.
The first couple of days back at my Apartment were quite lonely. Did you ever notice that when you don't have sex or loving for a while, it is kind of Ok to go for days or even weeks, but when you have had constant almost Honeymoon sex that even a few hours seem like forever.
On Tuesday my boss Frank Harris, called me into his office.
"Tom, Joe Thompson was supposed to represent the company at the tradeshow in Pittsburgh next week, but his kid just went to the hospital with an Appendectomy, and he can't go. I need you to catch a flight on Saturday to make all the arrangements for our presentations and our booth, and then work it next week."
"Frank, I had plans for this weekend."
"I know, but this is important for the company, I will make it up to you. You can have the following week off as Vacation, without it coming off your normal annual time off."
I wasn't too happy about this, but I did still need a job, so I agreed.
I immediately called Sandy. We hadn't talked about me coming back the following weekend, but I just assumed I would.
"Sandy, I have some bad news, I am being called out of town on business and will be gone the weekend and all next week."
"Sure Tom, A quick 10 or 15 wild Fucks and you move on to your next conquest."
"I could hear the humor in your voice, but also a little Disappointment."
"We didn't talk about it, but I assumed you wanted me to come back this weekend....to work, but maybe I shouldn't assume."
"Tom, I want you to get your ass back here as fast as you can. I miss you very much. I have been Horney since you drove away, and can't wait until you come back again."
"I miss you too, and I will call, but I can't get out of this. I will have the next weekend off and the following week, so we can work on the second bedroom before the fourth of July."
"Screw the bedroom, I want to Screw you!"
As I hung up, I could tell Sandy was disappointed and a little Lonely and I knew how she felt. I can't believe that one weekend could impact a person's life so completely.
The Third Weekend:
After Sandy and I had made love, we were lying in bed, her back on my chest, my spread legs running the length of hers. My cock if it could have gotten hard would have pressed into her butt crack, but after cumming twice I needed a little rest. As we laid there, my right hands lightly stroking her left breast, and my left resting on her stomach, I thought life couldn't get any better.
Then I felt a drop land on my right arm, and Sandy convulse slightly as she quietly sobbed. I held her close, "Sandy what is wrong?"
"Tom, I have to tell you, I... I.... I.... Cheated on you last week."
"Sandy, How could you have cheated on me, we aren't Married. It has been a very short time, but you have made me feel things I haven't felt in years, but I only want to make you happy. Can you tell me what happened?"
Well.... When you left on Sunday Night, I was so wiped out and sore from all the sex, I was sure I could wait until this weekend, but by Monday I was Horney again. I used my Vibrator twice on Monday. I was out most of the day Tuesday, so that wasn't so bad, but by Wednesday I was again needing you so bad. I don't know what you have done to me, but I NEED sex all the time now."
I just smiled, thinking back less than 1 month ago and this shy housewife, who hadn't had sex in almost 5 years and now couldn't go 5 days.
"Well on Wednesday, after your call, I was kind of mad, and very horney. I did some laundry first thing in the morning. The sun was shining and there was a nice warm breeze, so I decided to hang the wash on the line. I put on the light sundress you like. It only goes half way down my thighs and with no panties on, the breeze was tingling my pussy, so that all I could think of was finishing, so I could go in and use my vibrator until I came thinking of you.
I was completely lost in thought, and I swear my pussy was dripping down my legs, when I heard,"
"Uh Mrs Smith"
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to find Deputy Bob Jones sitting on his squad car hood.
"Bobby what the hell are you doing scaring an old lady like that!"
He shyly looked away. "Sorry Mrs Smith, I drove up to check on how you are doing. It has been a couple of weeks since anyone in town has seen much of you and people were a little worried"
As he said that, I could tell he wasn't looking at my face. I realized that the sun was behind me and shining straight though my sundress, making it nearly translucent.
I have known Bob Jones all of his life. His Mother and I were in High School together, we often double dated, and until she went away to college we spent a lot of time together. We were in each other weddings, and when she had Bobby, I had baby sat him numerous times, changing his diapers, and fixing up scraped knees. Bobby was just a year older than my son Tad and they had been on many of the same sports teams and often hung out together.
I remember when Bobby was around 16 or 17 he was over at our house, waiting for Tad to get home. I was in the kitchen making dinner and Bobby was at the Kitchen Table having a glass of milk. I remember turning quickly to get something and seeing Bobby looking right at my Ass. His eyes traveled up my body, but didn't make it past my tits.