"So, anyway," he went on. "I know you can't give me every Saturday afternoon. I know I can't just come over whenever I want. I know there are limits. But I do want to see you when I can—when it is okay. At least until I go away. Any time I can see you—be with you—I ...." He wasn't sure exactly how to say it. He wanted more afternoons, though, if it was possible. Finally, he blurted out the question that most concerned him: "Where is your husband?"
"You're insatiable," she chided, smiling at him.
"Yes," he conceded. "Are you alone?"
"Well, you're here!" she teased. Then, seeing his expression, she continued, "He is out running errands. Should be gone another hour or so, maybe. We have at least a little time alone before he gets back. Come on," she said, rising and heading to the basement. It was a window of opportunity and she was going to seize the moment. She hardly gave it a thought, really. She knew she wanted to have him again, and she could probably do that now before her husband got back. It was worth a try!
She went in through the mud room and on into the basement, and he followed. "Shut the doors behind you," she ordered. He did, firs one, then the other.
Once they were inside they stood there by the laundry counter looking at each other, a little unsure how to proceed. His desire was urgent, though, having simmered now for a full week. She felt much the same.
She held out her hands to him, and he came to her nervously, as if it were the first time.
"Don't be shy. We don't have time for that!" She clasped his hands, pulled him to her, and kissed him, at first gently and tentatively, trying not to rush, but her passion rose rapidly and she soon opened her mouth and probed for his tongue. He opened his mouth to her, their tongues met and danced together, and soon they began to make little moaning sounds as they made out. He wanted her badly and pressed his hardness against her to let her know his urgency. Her vagina steamed already, and she groaned aloud at the feel of him. They began to grope each other, hands on asses, pulling themselves together urgently.
After several minutes of kissing and groping, she stopped him, pushed him back half a step, and plunged her hands into his shorts, grasping his steely penis and jacking him off with both hands. They might have very little time and she wanted him ready to cum. He nearly did, and she let his penis go, and pulled his pants down. His cock was in her face as he stepped out of his shorts and she seized the moment to take him briefly into her mouth and fellate him for a few savory seconds, then she stood erect and unbuttoned her own pants, her eyes fixed on his speaking volumes about her passion for this moment together. "We don't have too much time," she repeated, as she shoved her shorts and briefs down her legs and stepped out of them. "We have to do it here and now or we might have to wait I don't know how long, and I don't want to wait."
She pulled him back to her, kissed him deeply, and rubbed her wet vagina against his erection. They were both fully primed, and it was time to couple. She put her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up onto her tip toes, trying to position her vagina at the head of his penis. He crouched down a little to guide himself between her legs and eased himself into her. He began to pump up and down as best he could in this awkward position. She wrapped her legs around his hips to steady them both and he leaned back against the mud room door for support. They were now able to get into a somewhat regular rhythm and copulated urgently there against the rattling door. He put his hands under her butt cheeks to support her, his long fingers nearly intruding her most private place, pulling her cheeks apart. She could feel her anus stretching and could smell herself in the air. He picked up her scent also and it affected him noticeably. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and began to make low, guttural sounds.
They were rapidly approaching climax when suddenly they heard the back door close upstairs. They both froze at the sound and he began to lower her to the ground, but she stopped him, wanting to remain coupled together. "No, it's alright. Just be quiet and keep doing me slowly." She kissed him deeply to calm his nerves. If they would get caught, she was not sure what would happen, but it was unlikely that her husband would make a fuss. Still, she did not want to get busted and hoped they could somehow complete the act undetected, right under his nose. She felt mischievous and her heart was pounding with excitement. Then they heard the door at the top of the basement stairs open and both froze again. They breathed excitedly into each other's ears, practically panting, trying to keep as quiet as possible, listening for footsteps on the stairs. If he came down even a few steps, he would see them, catch them fucking in his basement.
"Honey?" came her husband's voice from the top of the stairs. The laundry light was on, but the main basement lights were out. He would not expect her to be there. She did not answer. "Hmmm?" he said and closed the door. They could hear him calling up the stairs to the floor above him as he began to search the house for her. They promptly resumed their intercourse and their passionate kissing as if nothing had happened.
The very idea of almost getting caught, however, had an excruciating effect on her. Her excitement was evident as she kissed her young lover deeply, whispering even as their tongues played together, "Yes, baby, that's right, just keep fucking me. Slow and easy, give me all you have. Don't worry about him, just fuck me, baby. Yes, that's right!" At that he pushed hard to get himself fully up inside her, causing her to grunt. The head of his penis banged against her cervix. She'd never before been so filled by a man. She loved the feeling of being stuffed by this young stud.
They made love slowly, deeply, exquisitely, and soon again they were approaching orgasms when, suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs opened again. Again they froze in place, him deeply inside her, both of them breathless. They listened intently. The light at the top of the basement steps clicked on, then came rummaging sounds, as he appeared to look for something on the shelves there by the landing, and then the light went out again and the door closed. They could hear his footsteps in the kitchen above them, then the back door closed again. He had gone outside.
"Oh God!" she said in a loud whisper. The sense that they were doing something so illicit right under his nose was so erotic! She listened carefully to see what he would do next. Her young lover held her in his strong arms and kept himself in her, waiting for her to tell him what to do. Suddenly, they heard a key being inserted into the unlocked, exterior door leading into the mud room and, thinking quickly, she grabbed the dead bolt on the interior door behind and snapped it closed—just in time! She hoped he had not heard it over the noise of the city outside. They heard the exterior door swing open not five feet behind them, and then they heard her husband mutter to himself, "Now why was that door unlocked?" He tried to open the interior door just beyond which they stood, coupled together, waiting, silent as they could be. Thank God she had locked that door! He shook the door knob vigorously and they heard him utter to himself in bewilderment again, "Huh? Now why is that one locked?!" But, he only shrugged and turned away. They heard him go back outside, closing and then locking the door behind him. They remained frozen for a few seconds, sighed heavily in relief, then resumed their copulation. The suspense and fear were driving them to new levels of passion. She had never felt such sexual excitement in her life! He felt rather anxious, and that helped him maintain control over his testicles, which were ready to unload themselves into her. They continued to screw each other slowly, deliberately. She focused her attention again on the sensations of his penis sliding around inside her hungry vagina, the wonderful pleasure of making love.
