Sunday morning Bob went off to his regular golf game and May called the number for Al, the man who initiated her into the hot wife lifestyle. Even though her friend Cindy had told her that he wanted to see her again, she felt strange calling a man for a date. Especially this man, he is a player who might not even remember her name.

“Hello?”

“Hi Al, it’s May, remember me from last week?”

“May! Hello. Of course I remember you and I’m so glad you called. I would have called you already but I don’t have your number. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our time together and that I hope to see you again. You are one hot MILF and you have a killer body.”

“Well, that’s what I am calling about, I want to see you too.”

“Great.  Last week you were feeling bad about cheating on your husband…"

“Yes, about that; it turns out he already knew something was going on with me and Cindy. He had spoken with her cuckold husband who told him what might happen. He was not too surprised when I confessed.”

“You know, I don’t go around bedding married women all of the time; I was doing a favor for my friend Gerard. He didn’t tell me that you are married until we were at your house.”

“I am indeed married to a wonderful man that I love very much. If that is a deal breaker for you then just hang up on me now. But I hope you will hear me out.” Silence on the line. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“I married Bob right out of college and until you, he is the only man I have had sex with. We have a son in college now who is probably not much younger than you.

“My friend Cindy has been using my house, without my knowledge, for her assignations with Gerard and before him someone else. We are long term buddies and she has always been a risk taker, at times getting me in trouble.

“Well I caught her at it but still I let her meet him there. Since then she has been telling me in graphic terms how fantastic it is having a lover and how it has improved her sex life, including with her husband. She has been very effective in arousing sexual feelings that I haven’t felt in a while.

“As you know, I finally succumbed to her last week, only to got cold feet and flake out sooner than you expected I suppose. But not before I had my whole world shaken, mainly by you. My conscience got the better of me.

“I’m not sure if our sex was ever up to your standards but certainly lately it has been perfunctory at best. He plays golf and I clean house and cook. My body now wants more and I want to make it happen.

“After you all left Wednesday, Bob informed me that he knew everything and proceeded to make love to me like his life depended on it. There must be something in what Cindy says about a cuckold reclaiming his wife’s pussy. Are you still there?”

“Yup. Listening with both ears.”

“After the sex, we discussed things and when he understood that I still love him and want to remain married, but that I wanted to explore my sexuality further, he relented and I have a hall pass with some restrictions. Are you interested yet?”

“Definitely, what restrictions?”

“I must not be seen in public with you, and after we have a second date, he wants us to reexamine whether I want to proceed and whether he can abide it. Us being him and me. I doubt that he thinks you should have a say, but if we get to a second date I expect you might. There will be some limits for any further meetings I’m sure. And I think that is only right. Still there?”

“Yup. What do you have in mind for our first date?”

“I would like to come to your house and have dinner with you and see where things go from there.”

“That sounds bitchin’. As you saw, I am a firefighter; I spend five days in a row at the fire station, then five off. My ON shift started last Thursday and ends next Monday. After that I’m all yours.”

“Shall we say Wednesday for dinner?” Now that she is actually talking to him her conservative side came out. She would not divulge her wild fantasies. After all, she is old enough to be his mother. He will discover her passions soon enough.

“That sounds great, I’m very excited to see you again. Come as early as you want; I will be home waiting for you. And rest up, it could be a long night. ’Til then.” He ended the call.

When she put the phone down she couldn’t stifle a giggle like a school girl. She went straight to her closet and took out an overnight bag, then started selecting her wardrobe. It started with a filmy negligee, but what color? She couldn’t wear white. Red seemed too slutty so she chose black.

Should I show up wearing stockings and fuck-me shoes and no underwear? She ran through the gamut of clothing options for a sex date; unfamiliar territory for her.

Some men like stockings, no one likes pantyhose, and what about shoes?

Do lovers wear fuck me shoes to bed like in porn videos? It occurred to her that she should have asked whether they would eat at his house or a restaurant.

May personally is a minimalist; bare skin turns her on. She decided on a simple tee shirt and short skirt with no bra and no stockings; maybe no panties but she should pack some for the ride home. Thankfully she can still go without a bra. She will bring sensible shoes in case they walk somewhere.

She isn’t supposed to go clubbing anyhow. She had promised Bob. But they will be in another town where she shouldn’t be recognized. She will go with the flow.

Now, how to deal with Bob. If she told him her plans now, the next few days could be awkward and probably would involve uncomfortable sex requests. She didn’t want to have sex with Bob until after Al.

Somehow, she didn’t feel guilty about that; Bob had passed up plenty of opportunities for sex over the years, and it’s probably better to rip the band-aid off quickly. It would be difficult enough for her to wait.

The next few days crept along slowly. Fortunately the office was busy, though her level of concentration was minimal. May was glad she had not told Bob of her date yet. She simply couldn’t stop the visions of Al’s beautiful cock that popped onto her head. Her panties were constantly damp and her nipples erect. The other women in the office must have noticed.

What if I can’t get aroused by my husband anymore? Could I actually become addicted to a big cock? It is constantly on my mind now. Will I have to fake orgasms for the rest of my life? Her imagination was running rampant

Finally, Wednesday came. By three pm she couldn’t sit still any longer. She went into Bob’s office and sat on his lap. She kissed him, trying to make it confer affection even though her mind was elsewhere.

“I’m going to go home now to get ready for my date with Al, you remember him? I probably won’t be home tonight. You will be OK won’t you?”

After taking a few moments to assimilate the unexpected news, he nodded his head, looking glum and defeated. May stroked his cheek, a familiar affectionate move, then stood and looked down at his sad face, “I’ll probably see you in the morning.”

As she reached for the door, he said, “Why don’t you plan to take tomorrow off. I’ll tell the girls to cover for you if you haven’t already.”

She went back to him, gave him a better hug and kiss and said, “Thank you, you marvelous husband,” and left. She rushed home to shower and change.

She was a bundle of nerves, so decided on some liquid fortitude. She made herself a whiskey and water. As she sat drinking it she reminded herself that she is a mature woman in complete control of her destiny.

Many women like her took lovers. They couldn’t all be bad, could they? She found the emotions difficult, but she had to go to the next step. After repacking her bag for the last time, she got in her car, set the GPS, and left.

Al answered the door immediately, dressed in khakis and a tee, muscles bulging everywhere. He wrapped her in an embrace and kissed her right on the doorstep. She instinctively looked to see if his neighbors were watching. The kiss made her knees weak, and she stumbled on the threshold, but he caught her and kissed her again, not helping her knees a bit.

“Maybe I better sit down; I had a drink before coming, and it has gone right to my head.” He led her to the sofa, and they sat.

“You look beautiful. I’ve been on tenterhooks all day, afraid you wouldn’t come. Now here you are.”

“Can we just sit for a minute? I’m very nervous; I can’t believe I’m actually here. You are beautiful too.” She patted his cheek. “Could I have a drink?”

“Beer OK?” he asked. She asked if he had whiskey. They sat, shoulders and thighs touching. May could feel his heat.

“What is Al short for?” she asked, trying to be casual.

“Nothing, just Al. My mother likes short names.”

May put her drink on the side table and turned her face to him. He put his index finger under her chin, tipping her face up, “You are beautiful; did I already say that?” and kissed her long and hard.

Her nipples were trying to burst through her tee shirt and when he cupped her breast it sent a shudder through her straight to her pussy. “Oh my god, you are going to make me cum just by touching me.”

“I really like kissing you, I want to do it all night,” he kissed her again.

“Mmm, I like it too. You are a great kisser, but my nipples need more attention please.” She laid her head back on the sofa, offering her tits for his mouth. Al didn’t try to remove her shirt, he just placed his lips over her the thin material and sucked. “Oh god, my pussy is gushing. At this rate we had better go to bed and fuck before dinner. By the way, what’s for dinner?”

“I thought you were dinner; I could eat you right now.” He bent his head under her skirt hem and breathed in. You smell good enough to eat.” He dropped to the floor on his knees between hers and reached down to remove her shoes.

May wriggled her toes, enjoying the freedom. Al took her left foot in his hands, massaging it before kissing her arch, then giving the same treatment to the other one. From here, he had a direct view of her wet pants. He reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers under the waistband. She lifted her butt for their removal. He placed her pants on his head and made a funny face, making her laugh.

“We better remove your skirt. It will get soiled.” He reached around her waist and undid it. Again she lifted and away it went.

“Are you trying to get into my pants, you smooth talking devil? Too late, they’re off already.” The banter stopped when he lowered his head between her thighs and kissed his way to the promised land. Her sigh went on until a gasp replaced it. She laced her fingers in his curls and just held on for the ride.

She blushed at herself, letting a strange man lick her pussy and drive her nearly insane with pleasure. Where has he been all her life? His tongue was gentle but insistant on her clit. She came again and again for him.

Her aroma was intoxicating to Al; his cock was straining almost painfully to be released from his pants. But he had no time to adjust his attire, he was on a mission to make her cum. He wasn’t sure if she had already done so until she squirted in his mouth. He held his tongue still until her spasms subsided.

May pulled his face up for a sloppy kiss, “Where did this all come from?” she asked.

“You squirted,” he proudly announced. Can you do it again?”

“I have never squirted, I don’t know how.”

“Well, we had better practice,” he placed his hands under her fanny and his thumbs opened her pussy lips for his tongue to continue. It embarassed May to think she had squirted some fluid on his face and in his mouth. She pulled him up and placed her lips on the impression of his hard cock through his pants.

She unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly. He held still while she pulled them and his underpants down to his knees. His cock popped up and hit her under her chin before ricocheting up to his belly, leaving a trail of precum on her cheek. “I want a taste of that,” she leaned forward and pulled his rigid member to her lips.

The tip of his glans was poking out from under his foreskin with a drop hanging. It was licked off making him shudder, then his foreskin was slid back to reveal the perfect lollypop, an all-day sucker. His smell, like the other time was perfect. This was when she realized how her jaw became sore before.

“I would like to suck you all night but my pussy is aching for your cock. I’ve been dreaming of it for a week. I need to see if it is real or if I dreamed it. Take me to bed or fuck me here but do it soon before I explode.” She laid back and opened her legs widely. Her hands pulled her tee shirt off and cupped her breasts. Her eyes closed, waiting for the fatefull moment.

Al kneeled in front of her and, placing his strong hands under her moved her to the edge of the sofa cushion. May reached down and guided his hips between her legs, then grasped his cock, aiming it at her pussy lips. “Come to mama big boy,” she tried to sound slutty, but once his glans touched her pussy and nudged between her labia she could only whimper and gasp as his fat cock progressed further.

He was only half way in when he whispered, “I can’t believe how tight you are, you are squeezing me exquisitely. Ready for more?” May’s hand grasped his balls gently and she just nodded her readiness.

“Go slowly, please, let me adjust.” Soon he felt slight resistance to further depth. “Yes, keep going like that, I can take it.” She reached for his ass and pulled him in deeper. “Oh my god, yes, fuck me now!” Her legs went around his hips, her toes scrunched tight.

Al’s cock was urging him to probe her depths mercilessly, but he paced himself; the day was young. Long, slow strokes, that was his plan, and she soon began reciting her mantra, “Yes, yes, yes,” at the bottom of each thrust; her eyes closed.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Al told her, then grabbed her ass and stood, lifting her effortlessly and walking to the bedroom with her fully impaled on him. He laid her on his bed and somehow managed to stay inserted while they moved to the center.

They laid like that for several seconds, both enjoying little pulses moving between their nestled organs. “You have made me cum four times already, shall we take a break? I would like to play with ‘John Thomas’, here some more, maybe get you to cum with my mouth. The night is young yet.”

Without complaint, Al rolled onto his back. She kissed him then took his cock in her hand, stroking it before placing her lips over the head and tonguing its underside. He grabbed her hips and lifted her bum over his face, “Mmm, time for my appetizer. You getting hungry?”

She looked up briefly and mumbled, “yes, can you feed me now and have more for later?”

“Oh yes, I’ve been saving up for tonight. Go for it.” And she did, she started stroking him in earnest with one hand, squeezed his ball sack with the other and captured his glans in her mouth. She also lowered her pussy to his lips but she was too distracted by what her mouth was enjoying to concentrate on her pussy.

His explosion was not long coming and it was a big one. She felt his cock head bumping the back of her throat, then he spurted and spurted. She let his hot seed flow around his cock and onto his abdomen. Then she turned and kissed him, pressing her cummy tongue into his mouth. “Do you like the taste of your cum?” she asked.

“Well, this is a first for me, I might have to try it again to be sure.” She waggled his still hard cock.

“I want to bring some home for Bob, to get him trained as a cuck. How big are you?” still stroking him.

“Oh, about eight inches, I suppose, depends on the incentive.”

“I think my husband is about six, so the last two inches belong to you. How does that feel?”

“I think the first six do also, at least for now, and it feels delicious.” May nodded her head in agreement. “Now we’ve had the first course, shall we go get some dinner?”

Al took her to a small cafe near his apartment, where he was clearly well known, for a delicious, light supper. They walked home arm in arm like an old married couple. This is very nice, May thought. I could get used to this, it is sublime.

It was a warm, moonlit evening. For a while they sat on his patio chatting, getting to know each other better. As the temperature fell, they moved inside to the living room sofa again. May wasted no time before opening his pants and hauling out his cock. She managed it quickly before it hardened.

“I love holding a soft cock and feeling it respond to my touch and grow as I watch and feel its warmth. Then, of course, I have to taste it,” She did exactly that then she told him. “Take me to bed and fuck me senseless, please.”

For the next half hour he did just that. May lost track of her surroundings. His cock and her pussy were the only reality to her. Her orgasms seemed to completely fulfill her. While he was depositing his second load of cum deep in her, she whispered, “I love you.” She soon dropped off to sleep in his arms.

Al lay with her head on his shoulder, wondering what was behind her sudden blurt. Then he too nodded off.

They tossed and turned for a while until they lay spooning with his cock trapped between her thighs. At some time during the night, May turned to him and asked, “Are you asleep?” He stirred but didn’t answer. She continued to speak to him.

“Darling, you are marvelous, too marvelous, actually. I could easily fall in love with you. I feel so safe and loved when I am in your arms I just melt. You are the best lover I can imagine. I may have cum more in the two times we have made love than in all my married life; at least it feels that way.

“But Al, I am old enough to be your mother; I have a son nearly your age. And I have a husband who loves me very much in his way. How many husbands would let his wife have this day. He deserves my gratitude.

“It frightened me when I heard myself say I love you, but it felt very real, and still does. I hope you will make love to me once more in the morning, then we must say goodbye. I will hate leaving you as I will hate seeing the pain in Bob’s eyes when I see him next. I can’t do that again, I can’t take that risk.

“I don’t know how Cindy can do it, but she is not me. Sleep now, and let’s have one last glorious fuck when we wake up.”

Bob couldn’t stay at work all day on Thursday. He went home at noon to find May, again curled up asleep. He stripped his clothes off and crawled in beside her. She stirred just enough to kiss him and say, “I’m home.”