Straight Male / 55
I moved into a house back in 1980. My wife and I had recently Divorced and I was just laying low for a while so to speak. I dated here and there but wasn't yet ready for anything steady with anyone.
Across the street was a couple that had everything going for them, including their looks. She was sexy AF and her husband could have been on a GQ Magazine cover easily. He was a designer or engineer and his wife worked for Time/Newsweek. Allen had a 9-5 job and his wife Janis had anything but that. Janis went all over the world on Time's Dime so to speak, she would be gone for many days at a time and sometimes almost a week or more.
The first year I lived there I talked to Janis only a couple times briefly, she was very friendly and could carry a conversation easily. Her husband Allen was just the opposite, he seemed aloof and didn't have much to say about anything or anyone.
A few months went by and I don't pay much attention to who comes and goes on the street. My house and their's were at the end of the street and never much traffic to worry about. One night I just happened to be in the yard when I saw a car pull into their driveway, at first I thought it was Janis but remembered her car was white.
The car parked and this blonde bombshell gets out of the car with a skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She wore sky high heels and I couldn't help but watch that fine ass wiggle it's way to the front door.
Allen was home and I tried not to look as he let the woman inside. The sun was going down and I finished up in the yard and went inside myself. About midnight I took a peek out the window and the car was still there at Allen's house. About midnight I went to bed. The next morning the car was gone and that was it.
Janis had been gone Four days, during that time I saw the same car in the driveway twice and another vehicle once. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that war was hell on the home front too with Allen.
Janice came and went and so did Allen's "friends" while Janice was away. Allen was having a smorgasbord of women during Janis's absence. Felt bad for Janice because even though she was smoking hot, she didn't act like she was.
The first year things just went along, Janice went out of town and Allen found women to ease the pain of loneliness. A few times I would be outside and Janis would stop and say hello as she was going to the store, etc. Other than that it was the same until one night.
It was 11pm, I was on the sofa with the TV watching me when the power went out. The sudden silence woke me up. So as I'm trying to fumble my way around the house for a flashlight there is a knock on the door a few minutes later. I make my way to the door with the flashlight in hand and open it to see Janice standing there.
She asks if I have any extra flashlights or candles on hand, they didn't prepare for power outages I suppose. I invite Janis inside and have her follow me to the kitchen. I just asked what Allen was up to, meaning why didn't he go out and buy a flashlight or candles? Janice said Allen wasn't home, he had to go to some Conference for a project he was working on.
I found a flashlight and a few small candles that should do for a while, hoping the power wouldn't be out too long. I had a candle burning on the kitchen counter and Janice saw a bottle of wine off to the side. She asked if she could hang out a few minutes and have a drink with me. Thinking to myself...Fuck Yeah!
Janice was even more beautiful in the soft glow of the candlelight as we sat and talked for a little bit. She told me all the places she had been, reminding me that she wasn't always going to tourist destinations. Making a joke about not taking a honeymoon in Beirut anytime soon. Which led her to ask about my status? I told Janice about being divorced and wasn't ready to get back into a relationship right away. She asked me if I dated, maybe she was just trying to see what side of the "fence" I was on these days? So I told her I dated off and on.
Janice finished the rest of her wine with a single drink and then slid off the bar stool and stood next to me in the shadow of the candlelight. She stared at me for a split second and then put her lips to mine. For a moment I thought I was dreaming this. I'm going to wake up on the sofa, the TV will be on as usual and I'm going to be disappointed it was only a dream.
But I could taste Janice's lipstick, I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against me now. I felt her hands on my shoulders as her tongue made it's way into my mouth. Without any regard for her married status I pulled Janice against me and kissed her hard, she accepted it and I felt her body press against me harder.
I handed Janice the flashlight and reached for the candle on the counter, then taking her by the other hand I led her upstairs to my bedroom. With each step going up I prayed that Janice wouldn't come to her senses and change her mind.
I sat the candle down on the nightstand by the bed and watched Janice undress. She slipped out of her summer high heel sandals then removed her jeans. She wore a button down blouse which I wanted to just rip from her body, sending the tiny buttons skittering across the hardwood floor. Janice removed the last vestige of clothing, bra and panties silently tossed onto the bottom of the bed.
In the semi darkness I stood there like a kid that had seen breasts for the first time, they were just fucking delicious to look at. They weren't big but they were absolutely perfect in size for me. The nipples were rosy pink and her breasts seemed to upturn just so slightly. I was almost drooling just looking at them. Janice smiled at me, obviously she could tell how much I enjoyed looking at her.
I don't even remember getting into bed, we were just there and making out like two teenagers in heat. Janice was on top of me with those glorious breasts pressed against my bare chest and my cock was already steel hard.
We took turns going down on each other and I loved how she was shaved. My tongue just went wild and making Janice cum with my mouth was just fucking good. We did a sixty-nine and it was all I could do not to cum in her hot mouth.
I went at her missionary style, doggy, and she rode my hard cock for all it was worth. No we didn't do any kink and didn't need to either. We just fucked and sucked and I thanked God for allowing this to happen to me. I got Janice on her back and plowed into her savagely, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly.
I slammed into Janice a few more times before I felt the urge to cum. Janice suddenly said not inside, she wasn't safe. She barely got the words out when I began to ejaculate. I just barely pulled out and began to jerk off all over her pussy and her belly. Janice suddenly slithered downwards I was astride her hips now, the remaining drops of cum sprinkled all over those perfect upturned breasts.
By the time I was done I felt like all my energy was now dripping off Janice's body. I fell off to the side and she curled up next to me quickly. Her thick mane of curly hair against the side of my face as I lay there with my heart pounding away in my chest.
I was going to just lay there with Janice, enjoying that feeling your body has after great sex. Neither of us said a word and suddenly I realized Janice had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Thankfully I would join her in that same post sex slumber as well very soon.
The morning sun came in through the window and I woke up in the bed alone. I was disappointed because I was usually pretty good in the morning also. I sat up and Janice's clothes were gone except for her heels that lay on the floor next to the bed. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower, eventually making my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I started to make my coffee I noticed a folded piece of paper on the small dinette table.
I walked over and opened it up. It was from Janice saying what a wonderful night she had with me and that she would be back to get her shoes, even making a smiley face. Janice and I would get together several more times over the next few years. Janice knew that Allen was fucking around on her while she was away, it just infuriated her more to find an earring in the bed or lipstick on the bed clothes from time to time.
They eventually divorced and moved away. I was kind of hoping that Janice and I would get together but like me she wasn't ready to do that all over again anytime soon......Damn!!!
Across the street was a couple that had everything going for them, including their looks. She was sexy AF and her husband could have been on a GQ Magazine cover easily. He was a designer or engineer and his wife worked for Time/Newsweek. Allen had a 9-5 job and his wife Janis had anything but that. Janis went all over the world on Time's Dime so to speak, she would be gone for many days at a time and sometimes almost a week or more.
The first year I lived there I talked to Janis only a couple times briefly, she was very friendly and could carry a conversation easily. Her husband Allen was just the opposite, he seemed aloof and didn't have much to say about anything or anyone.
A few months went by and I don't pay much attention to who comes and goes on the street. My house and their's were at the end of the street and never much traffic to worry about. One night I just happened to be in the yard when I saw a car pull into their driveway, at first I thought it was Janis but remembered her car was white.
The car parked and this blonde bombshell gets out of the car with a skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She wore sky high heels and I couldn't help but watch that fine ass wiggle it's way to the front door.
Allen was home and I tried not to look as he let the woman inside. The sun was going down and I finished up in the yard and went inside myself. About midnight I took a peek out the window and the car was still there at Allen's house. About midnight I went to bed. The next morning the car was gone and that was it.
Janis had been gone Four days, during that time I saw the same car in the driveway twice and another vehicle once. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that war was hell on the home front too with Allen.
Janice came and went and so did Allen's "friends" while Janice was away. Allen was having a smorgasbord of women during Janis's absence. Felt bad for Janice because even though she was smoking hot, she didn't act like she was.
The first year things just went along, Janice went out of town and Allen found women to ease the pain of loneliness. A few times I would be outside and Janis would stop and say hello as she was going to the store, etc. Other than that it was the same until one night.
It was 11pm, I was on the sofa with the TV watching me when the power went out. The sudden silence woke me up. So as I'm trying to fumble my way around the house for a flashlight there is a knock on the door a few minutes later. I make my way to the door with the flashlight in hand and open it to see Janice standing there.
She asks if I have any extra flashlights or candles on hand, they didn't prepare for power outages I suppose. I invite Janis inside and have her follow me to the kitchen. I just asked what Allen was up to, meaning why didn't he go out and buy a flashlight or candles? Janice said Allen wasn't home, he had to go to some Conference for a project he was working on.
I found a flashlight and a few small candles that should do for a while, hoping the power wouldn't be out too long. I had a candle burning on the kitchen counter and Janice saw a bottle of wine off to the side. She asked if she could hang out a few minutes and have a drink with me. Thinking to myself...Fuck Yeah!
Janice was even more beautiful in the soft glow of the candlelight as we sat and talked for a little bit. She told me all the places she had been, reminding me that she wasn't always going to tourist destinations. Making a joke about not taking a honeymoon in Beirut anytime soon. Which led her to ask about my status? I told Janice about being divorced and wasn't ready to get back into a relationship right away. She asked me if I dated, maybe she was just trying to see what side of the "fence" I was on these days? So I told her I dated off and on.
Janice finished the rest of her wine with a single drink and then slid off the bar stool and stood next to me in the shadow of the candlelight. She stared at me for a split second and then put her lips to mine. For a moment I thought I was dreaming this. I'm going to wake up on the sofa, the TV will be on as usual and I'm going to be disappointed it was only a dream.
But I could taste Janice's lipstick, I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against me now. I felt her hands on my shoulders as her tongue made it's way into my mouth. Without any regard for her married status I pulled Janice against me and kissed her hard, she accepted it and I felt her body press against me harder.
I handed Janice the flashlight and reached for the candle on the counter, then taking her by the other hand I led her upstairs to my bedroom. With each step going up I prayed that Janice wouldn't come to her senses and change her mind.
I sat the candle down on the nightstand by the bed and watched Janice undress. She slipped out of her summer high heel sandals then removed her jeans. She wore a button down blouse which I wanted to just rip from her body, sending the tiny buttons skittering across the hardwood floor. Janice removed the last vestige of clothing, bra and panties silently tossed onto the bottom of the bed.
In the semi darkness I stood there like a kid that had seen breasts for the first time, they were just fucking delicious to look at. They weren't big but they were absolutely perfect in size for me. The nipples were rosy pink and her breasts seemed to upturn just so slightly. I was almost drooling just looking at them. Janice smiled at me, obviously she could tell how much I enjoyed looking at her.
I don't even remember getting into bed, we were just there and making out like two teenagers in heat. Janice was on top of me with those glorious breasts pressed against my bare chest and my cock was already steel hard.
We took turns going down on each other and I loved how she was shaved. My tongue just went wild and making Janice cum with my mouth was just fucking good. We did a sixty-nine and it was all I could do not to cum in her hot mouth.
I went at her missionary style, doggy, and she rode my hard cock for all it was worth. No we didn't do any kink and didn't need to either. We just fucked and sucked and I thanked God for allowing this to happen to me. I got Janice on her back and plowed into her savagely, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly.
I slammed into Janice a few more times before I felt the urge to cum. Janice suddenly said not inside, she wasn't safe. She barely got the words out when I began to ejaculate. I just barely pulled out and began to jerk off all over her pussy and her belly. Janice suddenly slithered downwards I was astride her hips now, the remaining drops of cum sprinkled all over those perfect upturned breasts.
By the time I was done I felt like all my energy was now dripping off Janice's body. I fell off to the side and she curled up next to me quickly. Her thick mane of curly hair against the side of my face as I lay there with my heart pounding away in my chest.
I was going to just lay there with Janice, enjoying that feeling your body has after great sex. Neither of us said a word and suddenly I realized Janice had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Thankfully I would join her in that same post sex slumber as well very soon.
The morning sun came in through the window and I woke up in the bed alone. I was disappointed because I was usually pretty good in the morning also. I sat up and Janice's clothes were gone except for her heels that lay on the floor next to the bed. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower, eventually making my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I started to make my coffee I noticed a folded piece of paper on the small dinette table.
I walked over and opened it up. It was from Janice saying what a wonderful night she had with me and that she would be back to get her shoes, even making a smiley face. Janice and I would get together several more times over the next few years. Janice knew that Allen was fucking around on her while she was away, it just infuriated her more to find an earring in the bed or lipstick on the bed clothes from time to time.
They eventually divorced and moved away. I was kind of hoping that Janice and I would get together but like me she wasn't ready to do that all over again anytime soon......Damn!!!
