Domestic routines replaced the holiday stress for another season and I saw myself really squirming at potential ecstasies. It had been months since I had last had the thrill of hooking up with my buddy and the distance was not making the impulses any subtler. Several times, I considered trolling for possibilities by posting an innocent remark on Hope’s Facebook wall or inviting her over for something ridiculous on a day when my wife would be at work but an unfounded fear of any kind of rejection stopped me cold. I later learned that she was experiencing the same.
As luck would have it, my wife told me to expect Hope to come over and drop off some stuff for her scrapbooking hobby. I felt my face flush and was glad she was telling me this from downstairs as she left for work. I completely forgot what I was doing and changed into some shorts for a quick workout in the basement to settle my mind. As I chugged along on the treadmill, I projected our conversations and their ultimate consequences in my head. By the time the water was hot for my shower, I had a bright slippery bead of precum bubbling from my penis.
Hope came by and was rushed to get back home before the k1ds were due back from ****. I quickly analyzed her frame of mind and must have physically slumped because she interrupted her own sentence to ask if I was alright. I shook myself out of a pit of self-pity and assured her all was good. Hope cupped my face in her hands and cooed her relief and kissed me. My heart exploded in my chest and I whipped my arms around her waist to pull her in. Her intention was flirt-driven but my reaction shifted the scene into a new gear. We kissed and ground our bodies together for a few long moments and then she said, “Hey, I really gotta go... but that was nice. I guess I’ll see you around?” I was too stunned for anything clever and blurted, “Yeah.”
A few more weeks went by and we had another get together at our house. I was on grill duty and Hope left her husband to watch TV and chat with me on the deck. As I turned hot dogs and burgers on the grates, she cleared her throat and anxiously told me that she prefers Swiss on her burger but American is fine. Okay. Her voice lowered and quivered a bit as she tried to get something to come our right. I finally caught on that I was being invited to join her at her empty home the following Friday after my wife went to work, adding that maybe I could get their spare computer up and running for them. I nearly tossed a hot dog on her spring jacket when I failed horribly to be smooth in my acceptance of her offer.
Six days later, I parked down the street and came to the side door where she was expecting me. It was strangely awkward at first as we stumbled past the pointless small talk. I finally cupped a breast in my shaking right hand and things blurred into a mix of sounds, tastes, textures, smells, and furious erotic emotion. I came twice in the nearly two hours we franticly played. I intentionally went down on her to clean up my own cum to study her reaction; it was favorable. She was genuinely turned on it seemed by knowing that I was tasting my own semen. To my relief, Hope gave me clear indications when I was doing something that she particularly favored like firmly rolling her thick nipples between my thumb and forefinger and when I was causing discomfort by rubbing her meaty clit too hard. She ground herself to orgasm a second time riding cowgirl then I tumbled her onto her back to really drill her so I could cum again too.
Swirling a dribble of cum around her clit with my finger, I pushed the fantasy along and asked if she ever considered a threesome. “Ugh, Frank is always trying to get me to have sex with another woman!” Laughing, she charged, “You guys are pigs!” “Actually, I what I had in mind was another guy.”
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