I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I just couldn’t look away. Her eyes were so friendly and blue. Deep pools of cerulean rain. She wore no makeup. Didn’t need it. Not with those liquid sapphires staring into mine.  

Her smile was captivating. Her lips, full and red, pouty and inviting, hypnotized me from the start. I couldn’t help thinking how much she resembled that actress from way back in the day. You know, Lynda Carter, the girl who portrayed Wonder Woman. I shook the thought from my head and took her offered hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Kelly.”

“Call me Kelly,” she replied, “Are you permanent or from TempStaff?”

I had started a new career managing an office for a local clinician partnership. Kelly was out the day before when I was introduced to the staff. “No, I’m going to be permanent,” I answered.

“Well it will be nice to have a man in the office for a change,” she smiled, “Hope you don’t mind working around a bunch of old bitties.”

She was anything but old. I guessed her to be twenty-nine or so. No more than thirty-one or two. Her hair, long and dark brown, hung past her hips. She was almost as tall as me and her body was perfect.

Now, I’m not saying she was a bikini model. She was slim and fit. Her breasts, though not large, were proportional to her body. The graceful curve of her hips accentuated her slim waist under a denim knee skirt that fit her like a glove. 

I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from molesting her as we chatted. It was a struggle but I did my best to keep myself out of a lawsuit. 

Kelly, and yes, that was her real name, told me that she was there to help if I needed anything. Her job as receptionist meant that I was her supervisor. I found out as the weeks went by that she was much more than just a pretty face at the reception desk. She took care of office inventory and made sure we had clerical as well as cleaning supplies. She weeded out calls that would have wasted my time and made sure that I got the important ones. 

There were things she did that saved the office money as well. There was no need for a cleaning service because she spent half her lunch hour every day taking care of that. She was dedicated and a hard worker to say the least. I

My new job, although mostly repetitive in nature, sometimes presented challenges from left field. Pushy sales reps and customers who wanted to dispute charges and services listed. It was easy to fall behind on work when these things hit in multiples. 

Again, Kelly was a great help with these things. Full of energy, she always seemed happy to take some of the burdens. 

After about a month and a half on the job, I had gotten used to the pace and learned the ins and outs. I guess you could say I had settled into the routine.

Just before lunch one Thursday morning, Kelly appeared at my office door with a stack of folders and a concerned look. “Ready to be swamped?”

“What the hell is that?” I asked with a half-hearted smile.

“Our biller just cancelled our contract,” she replied, dropping the folders on the corner of my desk.

“Why?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, “What the hell?”

“Not just us,” she said, “They are bankrupt and going under.”

“So we get a new biller?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “But that will take a few days. Until then, we have to process the charts.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled under my breath, “Just when I was getting caught up.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I’m going to get a chair and my laptop and just camp out in here with you for a few days. We’ll get it done.”

I reached for the files as she turned to walk out. My eyes couldn’t resist following her. That skirt hung loosely over her ass but clung just right to hint at what lie beneath. I shook the thought from my head and checked the clock on the wall. One hour until quitting time. I knew I would be here for at least a couple hours past that. No time for lusting over my assistant. 

I could hear the rollers on her chair as she pushed it through the corridor. Her laptop was in the seat when she parked it next to my desk, “I’m going to call my babysitter and see if she can stay a while.”

“You have a kid?” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah, two girls.”

“I didn’t know. Married?” I asked further.

With a smile, she opened her phone and showed me a family picture. I guessed her girls to be about five and eight. Her husband sat beside her with a smile. I couldn’t blame him. She pointed to each child and said, “This is Carly and this is Beth. My husband’s name is Greg.”

“Beautiful family,” I said with a smile.”

“I texted him already to let him know I’d be late. You need to let your wife know?”

“No,” I answered, “She works out of town. I won’t see her until late Saturday.”

“That must get lonely.”

“Eh,” I shrugged, “You get used to it.”

“I don’t think I could,” she said, “I don’t like to sleep alone.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I don’t know how you stand it,” she smiled.

“Well,” I shrugged, “We make the most of the days she is home.”

“Yeah, but”

I held up both hands in mock surrender, “I can always play solitaire.”

“Solitaire?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “You know.” I motioned my right hand in the international sign language of masturbation. We both had a good laugh, “You do what you gotta do,” I shrugged.”

Shaking her head with a smile, she walked out of my office phoning her babysitter. I was going over my first file when she returned, telling me that her babysitter could stay. Fighting my instincts, I looked away as she bent to plug her laptop in. I needed to concentrate. It was a losing battle though. I had to sneak a lurid glance. 

I focused on my work as she turned back to my desk. She stood, hand on hip while she waited for her computer to boot. The scent of her perfume wafted through my senses, waking a desire that I tried to quell. Again, a losing battle. My cock began to stir as she sat at the end of my desk, uncomfortably bent between my legs, pressing at the material of my boxers. 

I fixed my concentration, deliberately pushing the thought of her presence from my mind. The tapping of the keyboards and the crisp flipping crackle of paper filled the small office, interrupted by the occasional clearing of a throat or mumble of an incoherent thought. Time drug by slowly but I closed the final file at ten minutes till five. Leaning back in my chair with both hands behind my head. 

“Let’s call it a day,” I suggested. That’s when it happened. 

Kelly closed the folder she was working on, dropping her pen to the floor. Without a thought, she leaned back, reaching for her pen, her knees parted just enough to let me see all the way to heaven. Her tanned thighs, smooth and sensuously tapered to the black silky material that softly but tightly covered the mound of her sex. I could almost taste her from where I sat. I did not look away in time to get away with a free shot. She caught me looking but casually straightened up, covering her secret areas. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking away, “I didn’t mean to look.”

“My fault,” she replied, “I stuck it right in your face.”

“Let’s call it an accident,” I suggested, “I’m ready to get out of here anyway.”

“Yeah, me too,” she said with a yawn, “We have another stack to do tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s twice as big as this one.”

“Damn,” I breathed, “I need to leave at noon.”

“You know what that means?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, “Working Saturday.”

“Yep,” she agreed, “So get some rest. No solitaire tonight.”

“Damn,” I grumbled in mock disappointment, “After that upskirt?”

“Sorry,” she said, “I guess you can have a quick one.”

“Thanks,” I laughed, “See you in the morning.”

After dinner, I settled down for the evening with a double shot of Four Roses and a book. It was quiet and warm so I sat on the front porch swing. The neighbors, a quarter mile away, were blasting their stereo but their taste in music was agreeable to mine. And the distance mellowed the volume for me. Night Moves broke through the darkness of the evening, setting a melancholic atmosphere. You could always count on Bob Seger. 

A sip of the spirits in my glass and I put my book down. I watched a brown spider craft his web atop one of the columns of my porch. It was then that I realized that I was gripping my hard cock through the material of my shorts. I had Kelly on my mind. Another sip. A soft buzz in my brain and throb of my dick in my palm. 

I pushed my shorts to my knees, my cock slapping hard against my torso. “A game of solitaire,” I whispered to the spider. My head fell back on the swing when I took my shaft in hand. When I closed my eyes there she was. Her body, tanned and naked, lay on a soft white cloud in my mind. I pictured her with neither tan lines nor pubic hair. 

Slowly stroking and squeezing my throbbing shaft, I pictured her perfect body laying on the soft haze of the white cloud, legs spread, inviting me to join her. 

I seemed to float over her, taking in her beauty, lusting for her warmth. My cock pointed obscenely from my hovering body at her like a sword ready to penetrate her soft folds. 

Her eyes locked on mine, bidding me to come closer. Her outstretched arms invited me to take her. I could, in my fantasy, smell her cinnamon scent wafting up from the cloud, driving my lust to a boil. Her tanned body, naked and perfect, stood in contrast to the fluffy white cloud. I had to touch her. 

I reached for her, my finger softly circling her erect nipple, pink and supple. Her back arched and she moaned her approval. Like a magnet, her presence pulled my body to hers. My eyes never opened from the fantasy when I kissed her full lips for the first time. They tasted of strawberries, sweet and tangy at the same time. So soft and plump.

I realized that my cock was deep inside her tight, wet sex. So hot and snug. It seemed to pull me in like a strong vacuum, taking my entire length and hugging the thickness of my shaft. We kissed with a hunger, never stopping to breathe. My cock felt as if it were plunging in and out, yet we were motionless. My hands were everywhere at once. Squeezing her firm breast. Pinching her erect nipples. Kneading her beautiful ass and fingering her pussy. Nothing was left untouched. 

Brought back to reality when my cum splashed onto my chest and even my face. Hot, thick, and wet, it clung to my skin, dripping in gobs onto my hand and balls. My breathing was hard and my heart pounded. A strong orgasm gripped my body, seizing it in convulsions of pleasure, sending rope after sticky rope of semen flying from my cock. I rode the crest of climax until it broke onto a blissful shore. Holding my cock in hand until it wilted, my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the afterburn of my orgasm. Slow deep breaths calmed my heart rate. 

I slid my hand, covered in the evidence of my lustful fantasy, from my flaccid cock, letting it fall between my thighs. Cum still clung between my fingers like the spider's web in the corner of the ceiling. Ignoring it, I took the glass from the cup holder on the swing, downing the last gulp of bourbon.

Standing, I kicked my shorts off, completely naked on my front porch and walked to my bedroom. In the vanity mirror, I could see the white, shiny cum clinging to the hairs of my chest and abdomen. There was even a drooping gob hanging from my chin. It had been a few weeks since I last played my game so it was a big load. A quick shower would wash my lust away. 

It was a dream-free sleep, relaxing and restful. Coffee in the morning with breakfast and I drove myself to the office, looking forward to the day with Kelly so close. In my mind, I would be better able to concentrate on work after last night. I was sated in my lust and didn’t see a problem with having her in my office. 

I saw her car in the employee parking lot when I pulled in. She was always early and always working when I drug in. There was a huge stack of folders on my desk when I opened the door to my office. It was Friday but I didn’t mind working late if it got me the weekend off. 

There was a scent of PineSol in the hall so I knew Kelly was already mopping the floors. Looking down, I could see that the floor of my office had already been done and was nearly dry. I sat to work and had made some progress by the time Kelly walked in with a smile.

“Hard at it?” she asked.

“You know it,” I answered, “We going to get this done today?”

“Probably not,” she answered, “The exterminator is going to be here after lunch and he wants everyone out for the rest of the day. That’s why I went on and mopped the floors.”

“So I guess I’m going to have to come in tomorrow.”

She gave me a pitiful look and said, “Looks that way.”

“I guess I’ll get started and get as much done as I can today,” I said, “Less to do tomorrow.”

“Give me a few minutes,” she assured me, “I’ll finish up the janitor work and be back to help.”

I worked as quickly as I could without a break. It was like when you were a kid and your mom put something on your plate that you didn’t like. You would pick at it and take a bite but you just couldn’t seem to finish it. The stack of files was the same way. It almost seemed to grow. 

Kelly returned as I loosened my tie and hung it on the coat tree behind my desk. My blazer went next. I unbuttoned my top button and sat back down, rolling my sleeves up, “I’m back,” she announced, “Let’s get this done.”

I watched her take her seat, her skirt a bit shorter than yesterday's and there was a split that went about a quarter of the way up her tanned thighs. With a smile, she took a folder and opened her laptop. I turned my attention to the work at hand. 

Several interruptions from coworkers with small tasks took time away from my mission. The boss did stick his head in the door to announce that he had secured a new billing contract. However, we did have to have the work completed and ready to hand over to them Monday. 

“Consider it done,” I said, “If we don’t finish this up today, I’ll be back in the morning to complete it.”

“We,” Kelly chimed in, “We will be back in the morning to finish it.”

“Great,” said the boss, turning to leave. 

“Thank you, Miss Kelly,” I said, “Together we should be done by noon tomorrow.”

“You know I don’t mind,” she said, putting her hands behind her head with a stretch that leaned her chair back. Her knees, innocently or not were parted again. Instinctively my eyes fell to her lap, hoping to get another look up that skirt. 

I felt my cock immediately begin to inflate when I saw her tiny panties. Not black this time but purple lace that hid the treasure beneath. I glanced up to see her eyes were closed as she yawned through her stretch. Another quick look at her mound. Her beautiful thighs tanned all the way to where her panties began, leaving me to guess as to whether my no tan line assumption was correct. 

I sat up uncomfortably and pulled my chair closer to the desk. My cock was fully hard and pressing obscenely at my trousers. There was a smile on her face when she opened her eyes and she asked if I wanted a coffee.

“That would be great,” I answered.

“Black, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered, “Good guess.”

“It wasn’t a guess,” she smiled, “I’ve watched you fix it several times. No sugar. No cream.”

She walked out, my eyes on her tight ass as it rocked under that denim skirt. My cock tensed in my shorts, aching to be released on the beauty that just walked out. I shook my head, wanting to go into the restroom and relieve the pressure building in my balls. 

‘No time for that,’ I thought, glancing at the stack of files and at the clock. One hour until we had to quit and there were still a dozen folders on my desk. Hopefully, we could get at least four more done today. 

Kelly returned with two steaming cups and set them on the desk, “This one is yours,” she said pushing it to me with that same innocent smile, “I’ll be right back.”

I again watched her sway as she walked out, wondering what she was doing. Damn if that ass wasn’t inviting even under a denim skirt. I was back at work when she returned with a paper plate that had four donuts on it.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“About to starve.”

“We have raspberry, strawberry, lemon and creme-filled,” she offered, “Take your pick.”

I reached for the creme filled but she pulled the plate back, “Not that one,” she said with a smile so I took the raspberry.

She put the plate on my desk and bit into the creme-filled donut. If I were Bob Ross I would have to call it a happy accident. When she bit into it, the creme squirted from it, running from the corner of her lips to the bottom of her chin. It clung thickly to her pretty face, nearly ready to drip onto her breast.

She saw me staring at her and with a worried smile asked, “What?”

“You’ve got a little something on your face.”

She tried to get it with the tip of her tongue but left most of it. With my finger, I swiped through it, getting most in one pass. Pulling my hand back, I was going to wipe it on a paper napkin but she caught me by the wrist, “Don’t waste it,” she said, sucking my finger between her lips, cleaning the white treat from it. 

I was harder than a preacher’s pecker at a double wedding. Seriously, I nearly came in my pants. She sucked the creamy frosting from my finger, pulling it out slowly and looking directly into my eyes. I pulled at my collar. I could feel the throb in my stiff cock with every beat of my pounding heart. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, “I never waste something that good.”

I was tempted to try and retrieve the remaining and let her finish it off but I knew that would leave me with a huge wet stain in front of my trousers. “Well,” I nervously stuttered, “There is a little more there.”

With a sexy smile, she wiped it with her finger, her eyes locked on mine, and cleaned the treat with her tongue. I swear to everything natural, it was all I could do to hold back the orgasm that boiled just behind the head of my straining cock. I think she could sense my distress. 

“Definitely playing cards tonight,” I said, looking away with a naughty grin.

“Solitaire?” She asked, not really needing an answer, “Well, I hope you win.”

“I think the deck will be stacked,” we laughed, the pressure of eminent orgasm faded although my cock remained rock hard. 

We worked diligently for the next forty minutes. Looking up at the clock I said, “I guess it’s quitting time.” She dropped her pen on the folder and closed it with a deep breath.

“Only six more files to code,” I commented, “Shouldn’t take long in the morning. I can handle it if you want to take the day to be with your husband.”

“I’ll be here,” she answered, “We will get finished twice as fast. Besides, Greg is taking the kids fishing and I’d rather do anything but that.”

The boss stuck his head in the door and said, “Spray guy is here. Everybody out.”

We didn’t argue. It had been a busy morning and my shorts were damp with pre cum from my perpetual erection. I couldn’t wait to get home and relieve the ache in my groin. I stood and dropped my pen on the open folder and said, “See you in the morning, then,” absently letting the bulge of my half-erect cock push against the front of my trousers.

Kelly stood, her eyes lingered but a second on my groin then up to mine, “Have a good afternoon.” 

She turned to walk out and I couldn’t help but watch her sway again. I decided then and there that I would not masturbate again. My wife would be home Saturday night. I could wait. This would be torture. Not only would I need a cold shower when I got home, but I would have to try not to think about Kelly all afternoon and evening. Topping the cake, I would have to be in the office alone with her in the morning. It would take all of my superpowers to deny myself the pleasure.

The cold shower did the trick, deflating my unsatisfied member. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a long look at myself, water dripping to the floor. For a fifty-seven years old, I was still in pretty good shape. A healthy diet and my home gym were a way of life for me. My wife hated body hair so I regularly had a waxing done. With a nod of approval, I dried myself and dressed. 

Bank errands and shopping filled the afternoon. A call from my wife and Binging three episodes of Yellowstone took me to bedtime. A good night’s sleep and I was up at six. An hour on the treadmill and a quick shower. Hot this time. I threw on some jeans and a shirt and headed to the office. Kelly’s car was in the parking lot when I got there. 

“Lock the door,” I heard her yell from my office, “There was a car here when I drove up. They left in a hurry.”

Worried about some crackhead breaking in, I did as she said, “Did you get their license plate?” I asked when I entered my office. 

“No,” she said, just above a whisper.

I stopped in my tracks. Kelly sat in my chair facing me. My tie hung very loosely around her neck and fell between her long, tanned legs. She wore the blazer that I forgot to take home yesterday and nothing else. My cock sprang instantly to life. Her legs were spread but my tie hung, covering her otherwise naked sex. The jacket was open enough that it revealed her breasts but not her nipples.

Gone was the sweet innocent smile. Replaced by a naughty pout and a sexy hunger, “Good morning,” she breathed nervously pressing a finger to her bottom lip. 

“Uhm,” I blinked in disbelief, “Good morning.” My cock pushed hard at the fly of my jeans, obscenely bulging and straining. My eyes were feasting on the exposed skin that I should never have been allowed to see. The tan lines that I denied in my fantasy two nights ago were peeking at me from both sides of my tie. I realized that I was gripping my rigid shaft through my jeans.

“I came in early,” Kelly smiled, her hand slowly sliding down the lapel of my blazer, pulling it to the side, exposing her right breast completely, “The files are finished.”

“So I came in for nothing?” I teased.

Pulling the tie to the side, exposing her glistening wet slit, she countered my tease, “You can go home if you want to.”

Again, my fantasy was proven wrong. There was a thin strip of brown hairs, trimmed very close, just above her pussy. She was nothing but sexy. The white skin that would have been under her bikini while she sunned, contrasted so sexily with her tanned body. Still squeezing my dick, I growled, “No ma’am. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sitting up in my chair, she curled her finger, motioning me closer. Taking three anxious steps, I stood looking into her eyes, so deep and blue. I pulled my shirt off as she began to open my pants. A smile of hungry approval when my cock sprang free, “I was hoping you would be big.”

“Big enough?” I asked, swallowing hard. 

“Oh yeah,” she smiled, wrapping her fingers softly around my long throbbing shaft, “It’s plenty big.”

Her soft hand slid slowly up and down my cock, squeezing gently as her eyes took in my length and breadth. It was as if she were studying it, learning every inch of its veiny, curving presence. With a twinkling gleam, she shifted her eyes up to mine, pressing her sweet lips to the tip of my manhood.

I took in a deep, slow breath, savoring the warmth of her kiss. Her eyes stared sexily up at mine while she started to tease my cock’s head with the tip of her tongue. Painfully slow and meticulously deliberate, she traced the crown of my cock with the tip of her wet tongue, coaxing a drop of clear fluid from my slit. Involuntarily, my hand stroked her soft, brown hair. 

I could lie to you and tell you that I thought of my wife in the moment. I could tell you that I felt the guilt from cheating on the woman that shared my bed and the last twenty-eight years of my life. The woman that held nothing back that I desired in the dark of all the nights that we shared. The woman that bore my children and helped carry the load of a mortgage and every other thing we worked so hard to acquire. 

I could tell you that lie but that is all it would be. I felt no guilt and her pretty face never entered my mind. The only thing I felt or thought of was the beautiful young woman nursing at the head of my cock. I held no love nor illusion of stealing her from her husband. All I desired was her body and the moment. If the opportunity presented itself for a tryst again, I would not hesitate to take what she offered. 

I felt her lips slide slowly over my cock head and down my swollen shaft. Her tongue snaked over and around the thickness of my sex, drawing more of my clear liquid lust onto her palate. Moaning her approval, she lovingly sucked at my sex. With the fingers of her free hand, she tickled and rubbed at my scrotum, edging me ever closer to orgasm. 

I wanted to warn her about the amount of semen that was going to flood her mouth should she bring me that far. It wouldn’t take long. Her skills were amazing. I did envy her husband. Her mouth, so warm and wet, enveloped my cock, massaging its shaft with every movement. Her fingers worked the remainder of my cock and her other hand my balls. 

I barely grunted, “Coming,” when she swallowed as much of my hard cock as she could manage. 

She never broke eye contact as I pumped my lusty juice into her throat. No drop was spilled. She swallowed it all. Just the head in her mouth now, she continued to stroke my shaft with her gentle hand, coaxing every drop of my cum onto her tongue. 

A smile and those big blue eyes stared up when she took my cock from her mouth, still stroking it slowly.

The slow ebb of my orgasm left my body in slight, jerking convulsions. Kelly squeezed my still-hard shaft and said, “I hope you liked it. Your cum tasted good.”

“You are amazing,” I breathed.

Offering my hand, I helped her to her feet. Hungrily, we kissed like passionate lovers. The essence of my seed lingered on her tongue and lips. I didn’t mind. My hands roamed, exploring the soft curves and contours of her svelte body. Both hands kneaded and spread the cheeks of her ass. Her arms rested on my shoulders and her tongue wrestled with mine. My cock, pressed between our bodies, never wilted. I wanted her in every way she would allow. 

“You’re still hard,” she whispered, nibbling the lobe of my ear. Her hot breath caressed my neck.

“I want to fuck you,” I answered. 

“Mm,” she softly moaned, “I’m all yours.”

My cock throbbed between us. Taking charge, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the conference room. Kelly grabbed a blanket from the supply shelf as we passed the med station. After kicking the door open, I sat her on her feet and moved the captain's chair from the head of the table. She threw the blanket over the cold wooden surface, spreading it neatly. 

With another naughty smile and wet kiss, she turned to climb onto the table. On her hands and knees, her sweet pussy peeked at me from between her thighs. I took in her scent and ran my hands over her ass, spreading her tight cheeks and pushing my tongue as deep as I could into the folds of her sex. 

With a sexy moan, she laid her head on her crossed forearms. I continued pushing my tongue deeper and wriggled it inside her. I could tell she would be tight. Her juices flowed as though from a valley spring from the depths of her pussy, coating my tongue and chin. My cock bounced between my legs with every pounding beat of my heart. 

“Oh,” she cooed, “Yes. Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping until she asked me to fuck her. She trembled with pleasure, her orgasm beginning to build in her like a storm on the horizon. I could feel her pussy clenching my tongue every time I pushed it in. She whimpered when I pulled it out, dredging it from her clitoris all the way to her pink asshole, circling it and then back to her clit. 

She was moaning deeper and her body began to quake. The storm quickly engulfed her. Her juices came with force now like a river cresting its banks. She was in the throes of orgasm, gasping and swearing like a sailor. I was almost shocked at the words that she spat. Her innocence and sweetness were belied by her dirty elocution. I had to smile to myself. 

“Please,” she gasped, “I need to be fucked.”

Before I could react, she pushed me away with her foot and turned onto her back. I pulled her to the edge of the heavy hardwood and pressed my cock down onto her wet slit, sawing it back and forth over her clit. Her hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples almost painfully, “Please fuck me,” she breathed.

How could I refuse? Her pussy was so fucking wet and ready. My cock was as hard as a teenage boy that had stolen his dad’s Playboy. I took my shaft in hand, pushing my cock head between her swollen pussy lips, flicking it against her erect clit, teasing her, coaxing her to beg. I was no boy. 

“Please,” she begged, “Please fuck me.”

I guess it was my mean streak, but I made her wait. She squirmed, grinding against the head of my hard dick, trying to help it in. I held back, sliding my shaft side to side. Droplets of her juices splashed onto her thighs and my abdomen. She was growing impatient.

“Come on, baby,” she growled, “put that thick cock in me.”

It was time. I wanted it as bad as she did. Taking her by the ankles, I draped her legs over my shoulders. Her eyes watched me closely as I took my cock in hand once again, Who’s your daddy?” I teased.

“You are,” she hissed, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered, slowly sliding my cock into her tight sex. I could not believe she had given birth to two children. There was no evidence of a C-section scar. Yet she was as tight as a budding virgin. I pushed deeper, stretching every inch of her sex. So hot and so wet. This was going to be an experience to remember. Finally all the way in, my balls rested on her ass. I wanted to stay there forever.

“Daddy’s cock is so big,” she moaned, “Feels so good.”

Already my balls began to ache for release. I started to pull out slowly and push in again. I watched her eyes close and saw her bite her bottom lip, groaning her pleasure. Her fingers curled, grasping the blanket that she laid on. In and out, I slowly built speed, making circles around her clitoral nub. 

“Yes,” she barked over and over, “Fuck yes.”

The walls of her pussy seemed to grip my shaft, sucking it back in as I withdrew. My thrusts were hard and fast now, slamming my hips against the white skin of her ass. Her head tossed side to side, hair tangled over her face and the blanket. My hands grasped the supple flesh of her breasts. Squeezing and pinching, I leaned forward to nurse at her nipples. Her knees pressed to her shoulders and my cock buried to the root inside her. 

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” she yelped, “I’m coming.”

I had to pull her back to the edge of the table again as I stood upright. Wanting to drive her into a frenzy, I started to pound my cock deep with every powerful thrust. Her pussy refused to release my cock as I began to fill her womb with my white cum. She thumped the oak table with her clenched fists, fighting to keep her orgasm peaking. My seed squeezed around my shaft, running down her ass and sticking to my balls. The evidence of our lust was soaking through the blanket. Cursing and grinding her sex on mine, she rode the crest of her orgasm, milking mine as she did.

My hands caressed her thighs as I let my head fall back. Our mutual orgasms finally faded away. Satisfied and feeling the refreshing afterglow of our lustful adventure, I let my cock slide from her quivering pussy. Pushing her hands up her legs to meet mine, our fingers interlocked. I kissed the insides of her knees while she watched with that sweet innocent smile. 

“You’re good with that,” she said, meaning my cock that drooped at the crack of her ass.

“Years of practice.”

We shared a laugh then I asked her, “How the hell are you so tight? Don’t you have two children?”

“They are Greg’s from his first wife,” she answered, “I’ve never been pregnant.”

“Birth control,” I nodded, “He doesn’t want any more?”

“No, it’s not that,” she shook her head, “He can’t. I mean, he was injured at work before we married. He can’t, well, you know.”

“You knew before you married him?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, squeezing my hand, “Can’t help who you fall in love with.”

I nodded in an understanding concession, “So you do this on the side?”

“This is the first sex I’ve had in three years,” she admitted. 

I couldn’t believe what she said. Not that I doubted her or assumed that she was lying. She was just too sexy and too friendly. How could anyone refuse her. My mind raced, “Why now?” I asked, “Why me?”

Squeezing my hand again, she smiled, “I don’t know. There was just something about the way you looked at me. Something,” she shrugged, “Something about you.”