It really wasn’t an affair. It was sex. Here was a deep voiced, blue eyed, beautiful, prim and proper yet athletic Southern Belle willing to spread her legs for me. How did we go from normal neighbors with kids and spouses to planning a secret primal rendezvous?
The night after our talk when she agreed to go through with it was difficult. Or I should say it was hard. She agreed to have illicit sex in a hotel. My mind was in overdrive and something was straining at my zipper.
I wanted to walk up behind her, grind my crotch into her ass and cup her breasts in my hands. She would push her butt into my stiff cock and throw her head back, exposing her silky neck for me to kiss. Meanwhile I would gently squeeze her nipples. Or maybe she wanted them pinched hard. I wanted to find out.
After dinner and getting the kids to bed, I was very horny. I wanted inside Alison. I approached my wife for sex and she reluctantly agreed. (We are calling her Broomhilda to protect the frigid.) There was no kissing and no passion. Jacking off might have been just as satisfying, but perfunctory sex was better than no sex at all.
That night, I still got hard dreaming about Alison. Would she really go through with it? Would she show up at the hotel and play the part of a fantasy hooker like we discussed?
The school bus stop routine was a little stifled. We talked as usual, but it was obvious what was on our minds. I couldn’t wait for the bus to leave. When it did, I just said, “I booked the room.”
“Are we really going to do this?” Alison was blushing a little.
“Yes, I want to have animal sex with you.”
We traded information on the hotel and I said, “Be there at eleven.”
“Okay,” was all she said, a bit coyly.
There was no mistaking her ass movement as she walked back to her house. This woman was warming up to the idea of having sex with her neighbor, and she was feeling very desired. Maybe she didn’t get that feeling from her jock husband.
I tried to get a little work done before our planned tryst, but couldn’t really focus. The phone rang about nine. It was Alison.
“I had to have a glass of wine to calm my nerves. I can’t believe I’m drinking this early. I’m really not sure about this whole thing. I want to, but …”
I cut her off, “I want you to do this. I’ve been hard for you ever since we started talking about it. I want you to do something for me now.”
“What?”
“Take off your clothes and get in bed with your vibrator. Right now.”
There was a long pause. I was hoping the wine had kicked in. All she said was, “I need to put the phone down.”
I could hear some rustling, and then she was in bed as I had instructed her. I think she liked being told what to do, and explicit sex talk turned her on as well. She came back on the line.
“Now use your vibrator while I tell you what I’m going to do to you later.”
I went over the scenario again. She was to show up wearing a specific dress that I like. I could hear her trying not to make noise, but she came like a good girl very quickly while I filled her ear with very dirty thoughts.
“I’ll see you at the hotel.” We hung up.
At eleven, as planned, I was in the hotel room with a bottle of champagne on the nightstand, lube and a condom conspicuously on the bed. About half an hour later, I was starting to think she chickened out when there was a gentle knock on the door. I answered it and let Alison into my darkened sex cave. She was wearing sunglasses. I guess it was a disguise.
She nervously walked in as I put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and locked it. I handed her a glass of champagne and told her she looked sexy. Then, gently, I approached her and removed her sunglasses. I slid my hand up her leg, under her dress. She was shivering. I went slowly, looking into her eyes. She blinked. Just before I reached her pussy, she closed her eyes.
She asked in a business-like manner, “What do you want me to do?”
I was surprised she remembered the script. This was, after all, my sex fantasy that I had detailed to her. I imagine that she went through it in our emails a hundred times. Maybe she even masturbated to it. That was a very hot thought.
I instructed her, “Spread your legs for me.”
Her eyes were still closed, but she did as I told her. Like the plan we agreed to, she had no panties on. I then found a very soft and already wet pair of lips and neatly trimmed bush, more like a landing strip. It drove me wild. For months, I had jerked off thinking about what was under Alison’s bikini and now I knew. I gently put my middle finger far down on her slit and parted her lips just a little. She let out a breath and left her mouth open with still closed eyes. My finger curved around her shape and my fingertip hovered over her open door.
I backed her up and sat her down on the bed. I pushed her shoulders back and she obliged by lying down for me. I kneeled, spread her legs and lifted her dress. I hovered over her pussy. It smelled warm and clean and oh so good.
Oral sex wasn’t part of the plan, but I couldn’t help myself. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh, gently brushed over her lips and down the other thigh. Then back up again. This time I inserted a finger into her and placed my thumb over her clitty. I gently finger fucked her and she moaned.
“Oh God that feels good.”
I removed my finger and began to gently stroke her clitty with my tongue. She writhed. Her warmth and gentle clean taste drove me wild. I took her clitoris between my lips and rhythmically and slowly sucked it in and out. Very soon I could feel her coming. She tensed and once she had her release, I stopped but kept my face between her legs. She radiated warmth and that wonderful smell. I teased her pubic hair with my nose like a rabbit looking for its den. Never finding it, but enjoying the search.
She started to get into bed, but I grabbed her behind each knee. With her legs apart, I pulled her back to the edge of the bed. She gasped a little at being treated roughly, but she didn’t resist.
I was still kneeling by the bed with her legs spread in front of me. The high bed was perfect, and I deviated from the plan. I wanted to take her now, like this, instead of from behind like in our fantasy talk. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped, and my rod shot straight out.
I reached for the condom and started to open it, but she stopped me.
With a sweet southern accent filled with sexual urging, “I’m on the pill, you don’t need that.”
The way she said, ‘that’ would give any guy a hard on. It was with a southern drawl mixed with whiskey and daring. It was a very naughty ‘that,’ said with big blue dilated eyes in the dimly lit room.
I dropped the condom and reached for some coconut oil.
I put the head of my shaft on her slit and rubbed up and down. Then I gently inserted my bulbous head into her love box and she again sighed. Finally, I slid all the way in. My cock was finally deep in her tight sugar tunnel.
She tilted her head back and whispered gently, “God that feels nice.”
I said, “I want you to say what I tell you to.”
A submissive, “Okay,” was all she could get out.
Say, “Fuck me.”
I knew this Southern Belle probably wasn’t a talker. She said her husband couldn’t talk about sex, and she didn’t have experience. I wanted to open her up in more ways than one.
She let out a gentle, almost embarrassed, “Fuck me.”
I started to thrust in and out of her slippery warm vagina. The sight of her lips parting and her clitty moving with my thrusts was magnificent.
“Say it again, louder.”
She was being driven by my pumping up and back. I watched her breasts under her dress moving to the rhythm. Her arms were wide out, like she was searching for something and clutching at the bedspread.
“Oh yeah, Fuck me.”
“Keep saying it.”
She began to say it in time to my thrusts like a horny robot on autopilot, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …”
“Look at me and say it.”
She obliged and stared at me with that crinkled brow a woman can make when she is in heat. At one point she propped herself up on her elbows to get a view of my wet shaft going in and out of her. She looked me in the eyes and then put her head back down.
“Fuck me. Do it to me. Yes. Yes.”
I was about to explode inside Alison and had to stop. I didn’t want my thirty minute quickie to end quite yet. I reached under the pillow and retrieved a vibrator and gave it to her.
“I want you to use this while I use you.”
She didn’t say anything, but turned the vibrator on and placed it on her slit. She moved it up and down and pushed it down until it made contact with my hard cock. It felt great. The vibration combined with being deep inside her nearly made me cum.
It only took a minute or two and I felt Alison’s vagina rhythmically clamp down on my erect penis. She was tense as evidenced by the veins in her neck. Her mind was blank with pleasure.
“Tell me.”
“I’m cumming. Oh God, I’m cumming.”
I knew that, obviously, but wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to make her say it.
After she came I told her it was my turn and told her, “Tell me to cum in you.”
I started thrusting deeply.
“Yes, cum in me. Cum in me.”
I felt a wave of pleasure hit, and I knew I just spurted deep inside my neighbor’s box. More waves and I imagined each one squirting love juice into Alison. I stopped, still deeply inside her. I just wanted to stay there. At that moment I wished I had ejaculated onto her belly so that I could lick some up and share it with her. Maybe another time.
I realized she had never even taken off her dress. I still had not seen her bare tits. I gently withdrew my rod and stood her up. She was a little woozy, but I lifted the dress over her head. Her nipples were small and erect. There were hints of tan lines, but not too much. She took good care of her skin. There were little goose bumps of excitement around her erect nipples. I wanted to suck them but she said they were too tender after an orgasm.
She undressed me and we stood naked in front of each other. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine. I felt that gorgeous ass in my hands as our tongues probed each other. I was still semi-hard and my dick could feel the moisture between her legs. She used her gorgeous toned thighs to clamp down on it and pushed back and forth.
I slid my middle finger down the crack of her ass. I loved watching that ass nearly every morning at the bus stop and now it was all mine. It was wet with the lube and love mixture we had just made. When my finger touched her anus, she jumped a little and giggled but didn’t move away.
“My you are a naughty boy, aren’t you? You used me and got me all wet and sticky and then want to touch my ass?” She paused, “There is something I need to do.”
She lowered herself to her knees with her face just inches from my cock. She took it in one hand and stroked it harder. Then she put her sweet lips around my head and flicked it with her tongue. It was clear she liked the taste of sex on my helmet. Then she took it deeper. In and out. Very quickly I was fully hard again. How did she do that?
“Put it in me. I want round two.”
We went at it missionary style. The feeling of her legs wrapped around me was unbelievable. Those thighs! Wrapped around me, but loosely so that I could give her the long thrusts she clearly wanted. I was pounding and she was taking it all. I probably didn’t have much left to shoot out, but when I came I imagined filling her up with semen.
We got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She was a little shaky and had cum dripping down the inside of one thigh and stopped to show it to me.
Alison giggled, “See what you did to me? I sprung a leak.”
I gathered some with my finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked on it and then laughed with my finger firmly caught between her teeth. I wished I could get hard again, but we had just gone at it twice.
We showered together and got dressed. I handed her a $100 bill.
She asked, “What’s this for?”
“I think it’s customary to tip to an exceptional lay.”
She giggle in a casual way, “I have to tell you, I feel really sexy doing this.” She put the bill in her pocket, enjoying the sex worker fantasy. “It’s forbidden fruit. I’ve never felt so uninhibited. I felt really wanted. Truth is, I feel really relaxed right now.”
“Then we will make a plan to do it again. Do you like being a slut?“
She only blushed slightly, still reeling from the endorphins, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
She looked directly into my eyes, grinning, and put her hands on my shoulders as I put mine on her sun dress with panty-less hips. She said, “I like being a slut. I like it when you tell me what to do. I like telling you what to do too. I like telling you to fuck me. I feel high right now.”
We kissed one more deep passionate tongue filled time.
She smiled in that way only a satisfied woman can and then turned and walked out the door. What a view! I dreamed of it, but now I could look at her from behind and say to myself, ‘I’ve been in there, and I can get back in whenever I want.’
I was alone in the room and plopped down on the bed for a very nice long nap.
In coming days, we would make plans to get even naughtier. My mind reeled with things I wanted to do to Alison and I knew she would do as I told her. Her secret slut was willing, and it was mine to explore.
