A snowstorm recently pummelled the eastern part of Colorado and into the Denver suburbs and seemed to go on forever but actually lasted only five days.
During that time, I must have shovelled my sidewalk and driveway a half dozen times just the first day to keep it from building up. After the second or third time, I was outside working, I remembered my neighbor Will had told me he was going on a business trip that would carry him to South America for a couple of weeks. I thought that if someone didn’t clean his sidewalk and driveway his wife, Hanna, would be snowed in.
I relished whenever Hanna was around because she was a big flirt. I was always rewarded with a nice hug from her, and sometimes, a kiss. The first time it happened in front of her husband I was unsettled because I thought he might get upset. But he acted as if nothing happened, at least he didn’t react. After that, I assumed Will was okay with our contact because it didn’t seem to bother him. By design or accident, we never did this whenever my wife was around.
I had gotten progressively bolder whilst I flirted with Hanna and began thinking Will might be a cuck or was harboring those ideas. The last time I had seen Hanna and Will when I greeted her, I had kissed her, and our tongues battled briefly. Will smiled but had no other reaction as she pressed her body into me.
Hanna was younger than my sixty years I guessed by at least five, if not ten years. But she always looked good and always made my cock swell whenever I saw her. She was probably five feet three inches tall, she had heavy, full breasts, a soft stomach, a round ass and nice legs she showed off by wearing CFM heels with almost every outfit she wore. Her hair was a reddish-brown color and her skin was pale, almost porcelain-like. And her nails on her hands and feet were always perfectly manicured. Not everyone’s idea of beauty, but like I said, she always looked good to me. My wife, Randi, for some reason, didn’t like her, so I kept my opinions of Hanna to myself. Self-preservation at its highest.
As for myself, I worked on staying in shape. I was no Arnold but fit for my age. My vanity kept me from looking older than I am. Will on the other hand, though probably ten years younger than me was probably fifty pounds overweight. Maybe this was why Hanna always flirted with me, was she getting any from Will?
Earlier this winter Will had purchased a high-end battery-powered snowblower. He had helped me clean my driveway one time to show it off. I was impressed with how well it worked. I called Hanna, thinking I could touch base with her under the pretense of helping keep her driveway and sidewalk clean.
“Hi neighbor. How are you holding up with all the snow?”
“Hi Jack! I’m okay, but I should try to figure out how our new snow machine works.”
“Don’t worry about that. If you let me into your garage, I know how it works, and I’ll take care it for you.”
Hanna blurted out, “Really?!? I could kiss you!”
I was pleased but not surprised by what she said. I said nothing and our silence became a sort of pregnant pause.
“Well,” I replied after a few moments, “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
She let out a nervous little laugh and then simply said, “Okay.”
A short exchange and that was the start of my affair with Hanna.
I hung up the phone and dressed once again to go battle the snow, but now I had an incentive to be out there. The thought of kissing Hanna had brightened up a dreary day. I thought to myself that I might’ve be able to get a prolonged kiss and maybe cop a feel of her full breasts.
In the spirit of self preservation I mentioned to my wife that I would be clearing Hanna and Will’s sidewalk and driveway using Will’s snowblower. I figured hiding in plain sight would be the best thing to do.
“That’s nice of you,” was the only comment my wife made.
Before I went about my tasks my wife reminded me she had a spa date with her sister that would take up most of the day. Once she made it out of our neighborhood she thought the roads would be clear enough to travel on. I told her she should think about staying home because the storm wasn’t going to get better for a while, but she told me I worried too much. (As it turned out, the storm got worse.) We gave each other a quick kiss and we went our separate ways. Our driveway was mostly clean, so she got in her SUV and left.
I geared up and went next door and saw one of Hanna’s garage doors was open like I had asked. I walked in the garage and knocked on the door that opened to her house, actually a small mud room. Hanna came to the door dressed in a yellow sports bra, black yoga pants, running shoes and a yellow silk jacket. The sports bra barely contained Hanna’s tits.
“Come in, it’s cold.”
I decided then and there I was going to fuck her if it was the last thing I ever did. I controlled myself to not immediately grab her and said, “You look incredible.”
She stepped aside and as I walked in she closed the door behind me.
“I know I need to clear the snow, but I think I need an advance on your promise.”
I reached for her and pulled her into my embrace, even though I had several layers of winter clothes on. She didn’t hesitate at first. All the times we had openly flirted in front of her husband had primed us for this moment, but then she pushed me away.
“Take off some of your clothes so I’m not holding on to the MICHELIN Man.”
We laughed and I took off my heavy coat and gloves.
“That’s better.”
Then we were wrapped around each other and kissing passionately as if we hadn’t had a kiss in ages.
My right hand slipped under her jacket, and I groped her tits. I pinched one, then the other nipple as she moaned her consent. I had always admired her chest, but her tits were larger and softer than I expected.
After a minute she pulled away and said, “I think you need to clear my driveway. I’ll be ready when you’re done. It’s too bad Randi’s home.”
“She’s actually out. I told her she shouldn’t be driving in this weather, but she left anyway.”
She kissed me again and said, “Lucky me.”
As badly as I wanted her, I reluctantly separated myself from her, put on my winter gear back on and walked into her garage. I dropped the batteries into her husband’s snowblower, and I spent the next forty-five minutes cleaning snow.
I finished, put the snowblower away, set the batteries to recharge and closed the garage doors. My neighbors were, for the most part, at work. While I had been working, I hadn’t seen any neighbors. If anyone saw me going into Hanna’s house they would, hopefully, assume it was an innocent meeting. But at this point, I didn’t care what people thought, I wanted to fuck Hanna.
My wife and I have a good marriage and an adequate sex life. I knew I was putting it all at risk. Randi and I had had some hard times while she still worked. She had had a short affair with a colleague, but it didn’t last and she had worked overtime to repair our marriage. And it had been repaired.
But.
I had forgiven her, but, I had never forgotten.
Was my flirting with Hanna my revenge? Like an ember smoldering over time, Hanna was always a tease in the back of my mind. I wasn’t in a place to overthink or overanalyse. Now that I had the opportunity to be alone with Hanna I was going to take advantage of my situation. The storm only helped, plus her husband was out of town.
I entered her house without knocking and I took off all the winter gear I had been wearing, including my boots. I was now wearing a long sleeve sweatshirt and pants. I hung my clothes to dry out in the mud room and called for Hanna.
“Come on in. I’m in the living room.”
I followed the sound of her voice and found her sitting on a couch in the living room. She was still dressed as I had seen her. She patted the cushion next to her and said, “Sit.”
I sat down beside her and we embraced without a word. She kissed me with her full lips and snaked her tongue in my mouth, a sloppy, wet kiss. I pulled her around and now she straddled me. Her soft tits were in my face and I pulled the sports bra over her head.
How do you describe perfect breasts? Hanna’s were large, at least 36DD. Soft, pillowy. Her areola were at least three inches around and pink against her pale skin. Her nipples were engorged and protruded out. They looked like pink Hershey’s Kisses. I suckled her tits as she moaned.
“Oh my god! That feels so wonderful. Will never sucks my tits.”
I was happy to suck her breasts for as long as I could.
My cell phone started ringing.
“Hanna, I should answer that.”
“Do you really have to?”
“Shhh, be quiet, it might be my wife.”
With Hanna on my lap, I tried to answer my cellphone. But by the time I dug out of my pocket it had gone to messaging.
I listened to my wife’s message:
“Hi honey. You were right, I should have stayed home. The roads are a mess and while I was in my sister’s house, a snowplow passed and barricaded us in. I’ll have to spend the night here. Call me.”
Was she at her sister’s house? I assumed so, but had a small shred of doubt. Was it because of her past? Was it because of what I was doing? The bottom line was that I didn’t want to know for sure because I was now in a position to enjoy my time with Hanna.
I called my wife, with Hanna’s tits in my face and she answered after a few rings.
“Hi honey, you got my message?”
“Yes, I did. I tried warning you to stay home with this weather.”
“I know, you were right, but at least I’m at my sister’s house. Did you finish cleaning up the snow?”
While I talked I pinched Hanna’s nipples and she moaned quietly and licked my nose.
“Yes, at least for now the snow is cleared up. But I think it’s going to be ongoing until it clears.”
“Did you do Hanna’s place too?”
“Yep, finished that too.”
“That’s nice, maybe she’ll give you a cup of coffee or something. Anyway, don’t worry about me. I’ll spend the night here. See you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
As soon as I hung up, I sucked Hanna’s tits.
“Oh my, that feels good. You naughty boy, my tits were in your face the whole time you were talking to your wife.”
“I know, did you like it?”
Hanna answered by grinding her crotch into mine while kissing me.
I pulled away from her kiss and sucked her wonderfully full breasts one at a time. Her engorged nipples had come to life and were sticking out and looked like little pink pillars. I could have sucked them all day as she ground her pelvis into my crotch. My cock was dying to be released.
I decided I would mark Hanna and lifted her heavy right breast and sucked her under-boob.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you a hickey where only you will see it. I’m marking my territory.”
“I was right, you are a bad boy. Too bad Will isn’t here to watch. You should know he’s wanted me to sleep with you, actually, fuck you for a while.”
I stopped what I was doing. “Really? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I know he gets off thinking about you in bed with me. We just haven’t had the right opportunity to take advantage of.”
Hanna pulled away from me and said, “Let me go freshen up. Come to my bedroom in ten minutes.” Then she kissed me, stood up and walked away.
I sat on her couch with a rock-hard cock waiting to be put inside Hanna knowing my thick dick would fill her up. I didn’t know how often Will fucked her, or how long they had thought of me bedding Hanna, but I was going to do my best to make Hanna think of me, long for me, whenever she was horny. .
After the allotted ten minutes I walked to her bedroom. I knocked on the door and she said, “Don’t come in yet. Go down to the kitchen. I left a bottle of wine and some wine glasses. Be a dear and open the bottle and get them for us.”
I found the wine, opened it, gathered the glasses and returned to her bedroom.
“Can I come in?”
“Come in.”
I pushed the door open and saw Hanna lying on her bed. She had changed into a sheer white lingerie set. A lacy bra barely held her tits from spilling out. A tiny thong panty revealed to me that her mons and pussy were shaved bald.
Her legs were wrapped in white nylon stockings, and she wore three-inch stilettos. In bed.
I was speechless admiring her.
“You undress while I pour the wine.” Then she stepped out of her bed and took the wine and glasses from my hands.
Without a word I stripped off my clothes and walked up behind her as she poured the wine. My cock, now free of any restrictions, pushed into her ass.
Hanna turned and handed me a glass. We toasted bad weather and took a sip of wine. Then with one hand holding her wine and the other hand holding my dick, she led me to her bed.
“I hope you don’t mind, there are cameras everywhere in my bedroom.”
[To Be Continued]