Ann and I had been having a torrid affair for several months at the time. I was eating her pussy and fucking her at least once a week, sometimes more. And I can thank her husband, Dan, for the privilege. Dan is a very busy executive for a large government contractor…..so busy that he doesn’t have the time to satisfy the enormous sexual appetite of his hot, redheaded wife. When he is home, she says that he just sits all wrapped up in his recliner watching sports on TV. He treats her more like an indentured servant than the gorgeous woman that she is. In spite of his almost $200k income, he imposes a strict budget on her weekly food purchases and, if she goes over the limit by $10 one week, that amount is deducted from the next week’s purchases.
Ann has perky little tits, about a 32A with hard nipples but has a killer ass. Her hips are round in all the right places and she likes to have her tight asshole pleasured as much as she enjoys a good, hard pussy fuck. I have often gotten the sense that Ann literally hates her husband, although she has never come right out and said it. She wears a wedding band but hasn’t worn her engagement ring since the day he told her that he fucked her Maid of Honor the week before their wedding some 25 years ago. He confessed to her soon after the birth of their second child. At that point, she was a stay-at-home mother of two babies and in no position to go out on her own. I truly believe that I represent not only a good fuck and a tongue that will go virtually anywhere she wants it to go, but I am also revenge personified.
In addition to the wedding band, every time Ann and I would get together for a morning of good sex, she was always wearing the same string of pearls. Dan had given the pearls to her as a peace offering after he came clean about the Maid of Honor fucking. The interesting thing is that, even when I had her stripped naked and she was sucking on my cock, the pearls stayed around her neck. The first time I fucked her, we were in my buddy Bob’s guest room while Bob was away at work. When I recommended that she remove her pearls lest our romp damage them, she simply said that she preferred to leave them on. Never did I fuck her pussy or her ass that she wasn’t wearing those damn pearls. I think there was a message there. And that message was “Fuck you, Dan…FUCK YOU!”
We had just finished a wonderful session of sucking, eating and fucking and I was driving her back to her car which was in a local park and ride as usual. Ann was lying across the front seat giving me one last blow job before we parted for the day. She was always bound and determined to get me off at least twice. When we pulled into the park and ride, my pants were below my knees and she had a mouthful of hard cock. As she stroked me to a frenzy, she slid her finger into my asshole.
“That always works,” she cooed.
She went back on the head of my cock just as I shot one last load of cum into her mouth. She stayed on me until I began to soften and she took my jiz down with one gulp. Ann was wiping the cum from her lips as she pulled her Palm Pilot out of her purse. We always arranged our next meeting before we parted in our cars. Since we both work from home offices, it was easy to coordinate our fucking dates.
She tapped the stylus on her Palm Pilot and said that she would love to have me come to her house the following Monday. I checked my schedule and Monday was iffy. ”How about Tuesday?” I said.
She emphasized that she very much preferred that I be there on Monday morning. I asked if coming (cumming) at her house was a smart idea. I had never been to her home and I was leery of taking a chance on her husband coming home early. She said not to worry that he never comes home early. Regardless, she said that she wanted me to see her flowers. I knew that she was an avid gardener but she further knew that I couldn’t give a rat fuck about flowers. But if this is what my little tight pussy wanted, it is what I’m going to do. I had planted my “seed” deep into her little red haired “garden” hole dozens of times. And if I was at all uncomfortable dropping my drawers at her house on Monday, I’d simply resign myself to inspecting her flowers. I figured that I could always lick her little rosebuds some other day.
On Monday morning, I knocked on Ann’s front door at the appointed hour of 9am. She answered the door wearing a smile and a multi-colored flowered apron. She shook my hand just in case neighbors were watching. I purposely dressed like I might have been an estimator for a contractor, sketch pad in hand. She and Dan were constantly having renovation work done to their 1800’s era home, located near the Antietam Battlefield National Park. Thus, it wasn’t at all unusual for the neighbors to see a contractor entering Ann’s front door.
However, when I got into the living room and Ann had carefully closed the front door, she spun around and asked if I liked her flowers. Her flowered apron was absolutely ALL she was wearing... along with the fucking pearls. Her cute, shapely ass was totally bare as I turned her around again. I moved Ann over to the steps to the second floor and got her to kneel down on the first step while she leaned her elbows on the third step. I was just enchanted with Ann’s ass and she knew it. She spread her knees and put her head down on the steps. I spread her ass cheeks apart and saw the moisture already forming on her pussy lips. I licked her vulva until the inevitable moaning began. It was time to start tongue fucking her little red haired pussy and alternating my tongue between her fuck tube and her tight asshole.
When I had worked myself up to a frenzy, I started to unbuckle my belt. By this time, I had lost all fear of fucking Ann in her own home. The little head had taken over all sense of reason. All I could think about was that hot, dripping cunt in front of me just begging for my hard cock to pound it. Ann sensed that I was about to drop trou so she turned around, placed a deep kiss on my lips and sucked my tongue out of my mouth. She reported the same comment that she has made many times after a good tongue lashing between her legs:
”Mac, you taste just like pussy! But I invited you here for a very special reason.”
She took me by the hand and led me into the family room. I followed dutifully, as I watched that tight ass wiggling in front of me. Ann walked over to a recliner that is positioned facing the TV. I presumed that this was Dan’s sports viewing position. Ann lifted a beautiful, thick wool comforter from the back of the chair and spread it out on the couch. She carefully laid the comforter over the back of the couch, across the seat cushions and down the front.