My wife and I had been married for 17 years, and we had a pretty good life together. --- so why did I begin to change it? Who knows - boredom, same ol' ritual each weekend night. Perhaps, but maybe it was just fate - Let me tell you my story.
It had been a couple of weeks with out sex, my wife had not been in the mood and so, I start getting horny - who doesn't? Susan had to go to a neighborhood board meeting and that left me with nothing but time and my own thoughts to drive me to distraction. I went up to the clubhouse pool for a late evening swim. I did a few laps in the pool and then got out and relaxed in the lounge chair while I started to dry off in the fading sun. It was then that I saw her --- tall brunette with a one piece white bathing suit that looked fabulous against her deeply tanned skin. She came over and set up shop in the chair next to mine. A book in hand so she could be left alone, but a glance over to me was one that invited a conversation. So it began. Small talk, I am not even sure what we had said, I was trying not to stare at her exposed cleavage that seemed to be drawing my attention each time she twisted her body to continue our conversation.
You know the idle chatter that starts conversations for people who decide to get to know each other better - Was I married? Where was my wife now? What kind of job I have? How long I have lived here? To which I answered that I was married and told her a bit about Susan, and why I was up at the pool alone. I told her I had lived here 7 years and that I was a writer and work out of my home. The same kind of questions were asked by me and she responded that her name was Ann, that she just moved in a block from our house, that she wasn't married but involved with someone special. She hinted that she was available for fun, but it was one of those statements that are not said directly but rather given an underling tone.
Just as the sun hit the horizon she asked me to join her for a drink back at her house, saying that I was one of the nicest looking guys she had met since moving in three weeks ago.
I knew Susan would be at that board meeting for another few hours and I liked the company that Ann presented me, so I agreed and walked her to her house. We entered the garage and she told me to wait while she turned off the alarm, then stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. After what seemed like 2 minutes she returned to allow me enter. I was disappointed by what I saw as she reopened the door to her house. Ann had changed clothes.... Gone was the wonderful swimsuit and in its place was a ¾ length silk robe.
"Take your shoes off, and put this on," she instructed while handing me a pair of satin running shorts. "I don't want your damp swimsuit to damage the furniture." Then pointing to her first floor master bedroom door, "You can change in there."
This was not what I expected, but I wanted to be with her --- wanted the conversation to continue --- but more than that --- I wanted to be with this sexy creature. It didn't seem like a weird request and I politely kicked off my sandals and changed in her bedroom. The running shorts were loose fitting and unlike the swimsuit I had just removed, these shorts did not have any support. They were thin material and allowed my cock and balls to hang down. Now I worried about getting excited....and it showing!
Her bedroom was nice, with a 4-poster bed in the center of the room and a large master bath that had a sunken tub.
The conversation turned to sex and I was more than willing to give her some information about my wife and I. I told her how we don't have sex often enough to please me, and I described my wife's attributes - namely her looks. She is a petite woman of 4' 11" and weighs only 92 pound wet. She has long blonde hair that hangs down past her waist. Baby blue eyes, and a cute face, and large breasts for a petite woman. She wears a 32 C but could push it to a D if she didn't like how the C cup seemed to push her cleavage together to make a perfect sight. In contrast, Ann was 5' 10" maybe 165 pounds and seemed to be toned very well --- perhaps even muscular for a woman. Her breasts were at least 36DD.
Ann continued our conversation on sex when she was telling me how much she liked to be in charge, and have sex slave wait on her hand and foot. She told me that her partner was not into being dominated, he would rather be the boss also. This left her feeling unfulfilled in the relationship. She wanted more. I had always been the boss of our marriage, but really wasn't that dominant with Susan... we were just easy going I guess you could say.
I let on to Ann that an arrangement of not being in control excited me. It was like a green light for her. Ann started stroking my leg and working her hand up inside my open shorts. She wasn't going directly for my cock, but just the nearness of her hand made the little monster grow. We had been talking in her family room and she pressed me into the couch and began to kiss my cheek, neck and ear. As her hot breath was at my ear, I had surrendered, and was just laying back enjoying this new way of foreplay. Ann's hand snaked into my shorts and got a grip on my balls and squeezed. I yelped! She laughed and had an evil look... one that sent shivers up my spine. I looked like prey for her and she was going to eat me for dinner.
When I reached up to her breasts and started to pull her robe off her shoulders, she stopped me, putting my hand back at my side. "No touching, you are mine to play with" she admonished me. Then she went back to kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. Moments later, she pulled my shorts off and my cock sprang free.
"Mmmmm, how delicious you look.... I bet I could swallow your whole cock." She told me. Now, I am not one to complain about getting a blow job...but I didn't quite catch that she was really saying that I am smaller than what she is accustom to having in a cock. She climbed off of me and scooted over on the couch. She was still in her robe, and all I had on was a T-shirt. "Stand up next to me... I want to suck your dick" she told me. "Lose the T-shirt" I managed to yank the shirt over my head and stand in front of her waiting for her lips to circle around my hard member.
