My sister says I'm skinny because I'm to stingy to buy food...that I'm so tight I squeak when I walk...and that I have part of the first dollar anyone ever gave me. In comparison to her extravagant spending, I'm a tight wad with my money. The difference is this: last year I built a new home in a guard-gated community and she (my older sister) is living in a rented condo with her boy friend. I'm the youngest home owner in this community and the only single individual. My neighbors are all professional married couples in their mid to late 40's and up. The couple who live across the street are in their 70's, retired business owners and religious fanatics. Needless to say, a single man does not fit in with their definition of "traditional evangelicals."
I was working late one Friday night and when I turned down my street I was shocked to see several deputy sheriff cars in front of my neighbors house. My first thought was one of them had a medical emergency but I didn't see an ambulance. I opened my garage doors and drove in, as I was getting out of my car a deputy was walking toward me. I met him in the drive as he asked me if I had ever seen or heard anything from the house across the street. I told him the lady was nice but the man would barely speak, if ever, and when he did it was always sarcastic. I told him the man always had a frown on his face - like he was mad at the world. About that time the ambulance arrived and I was told to transport the 74 year old female to the hospital as she was a victim of domestic violence. This was not their first call to the house, but the first since I had built a few month prior. I was saddened the lady had to endure physical attacks but I smiled when they took her Southern Baptist, Sunday School Teacher, 77 year old husband out in hand cuffs.
The deputies locked the house as they brought him out and they all left except the deputy who had been talking to me. I stood at the edge of the road so the old man knew I was watching him ride off into the darkness on his way to jail. The deputy was writing his report when I offered him some thing to drink. He accepted and I returned to his car with a diet coke. Although he wore a wedding band and was much bigger than me there was chemistry when we looked in each other eyes. It was as if we were long-time best friends (special friends). I can spot that look in a man's eyes and I thought he saw it in mine too. When he asked for my ID to record my comments I told him I left my wallet in my house and invited him in. He closed the door on his car following me into my house holding his computer and soda. He set at my table recording my data and asked if my wife were home. I told him I was single and had just built the house - moved in 4 months earlier.
He finished his report and talked to the dispatch saying he was finished and was taking a quick break. He asked to use my bathroom. which I showed him. I was back in the kitchen with a half hard thinking of him being in my bathroom with his dick out. I felt such a strong connection but I was hesitant to say or do anything to indicate I wanted to suck his dick. As he came back into the kitchen he was paged by dispatch asking how long would it be before he could work another call. He looked dead in my eyes and said you have a nice home my compliments to you. I said thanks and your welcomed back anytime for a tour and to watch a game on my big screen. He shook my hand and it was electrifying - there was chemistry. He smiled and left. I had my dick in my hand as I watched him drive off down the street.
4 weeks to the day later I was eating some soup when my phone rang, but no caller ID. I didn't recognize the number and started not to answer, but I did. He identified himself and asked if my neighbors had settled down. I told him she had moved out and left the angry man alone. He said, can I collect on the rain check for a tour of your house? I said when, and he said I am 5 minutes away - in my personal vehicle so call the guard so I can get in. 5 minutes later I am closing the door behind him and when I turned around he said, I may be all wrong but I felt a special connection to you - if you know what I mean. I said yes there is a connection, and with that he pulled me to him and our lips locked.
He backed our of my foyer as my front door is glass and as soon as he got me out of sight he was pushing my shorts off my waist and his hands grabbed my dick. He pushed me back to the wall with his left hand on my stomach, went down on his knees and sucked my dick in his mouth. He placed my hands on the sides of his head signaling he wanted me to fuck his mouth, and I did. The harder I fucked his mouth the more he moaned and slobber dripped off my balls. He was one hungry, married cock sucker and I loved his hot, wet face pussy.
After about 10 minutes I said I want to swap places and he stood up and I knelt down seeing his dick for the first time. He is 5 inches taller than me and his dick is thicker but we are both the same length (a hand full and a half). Now he is fucking my face talking some nasty dirty crap. I knew I had struck gold with this hot deputy.
we went to my bedroom where he threw me on my back, went down on my dick then rolled a condom on it... greased us and set on me cock like it has made for his ass. His hard cock bounced up and down between his legs as he rode my dick for a long time. I fucked him doggy, on his back, his side, bent over the bed, in the shower - for an hour I plowed his hot married ass until he screamed shooting a load half way across the room.
Depending on his schedule I may go a couple of weeks and not see him and then it may be twice in one day or several times in a week. He never comes in his patrol car but he has pulled in my garage and comes in wearing his uniform - on his way home from work... and I fuck his ass until we are both drained. He is my wildest fantasy which came true thanks to my religious right, senior citizen neighbors and their domestic fights.