His hair was salt and pepper grey and his name was Jimmy Dunn. He wore a perpetual tan and a ready smile. He was bare-chested and barefoot and he sat next to his swimming pool and gazed fondly at Melanie.
"Stand up and let me look at you," he said. Melanie looked at Barry. Jimmy was Barry's boss and they were spending the afternoon at his pool.
"Stand up," Barry said, his eyes closed as he faced the sun.
Melanie shrugged and rose up. Bowing slightly, she smiled, wiggled her ass and sat back down on her chaise.
"How'd you ever get such a pretty wife?" Jimmy said.
"Just lucky, I guess," Barry said.
Jimmy was a bachelor and occasionally he invited the Hunts to his home to use his pool. Sometimes the men talked business. At those times Melanie tuned out.
For some reason today felt different to Melanie. Barry kept looking at his watch and then at Jimmy. Finally when Jimmy went to use the toilet, Barry told Melanie he was leaving.
"I've got to get back to the office," he said. "There's no reason why you should leave. Stay and be nice to Jimmy. It won't hurt when promotion time comes up."
She didn't mind staying. She enjoyed the glamorous surroundings and Jimmy's banter. She was between jobs anyway and had nothing better to do with her time.
Barry kissed her goodbye and told her he'd be working late that night. She was glad she wouldn't have to worry about dinner. Maybe Jimmy would invite her to stay for one of his legendary barbecues.
She stretched out on her lounge and lowered the straps on her bikini. She wondered if Barry suspected she was cheating. He said nothing and seemed totally innocent of her affairs.
She wondered if Jimmy would make a pass at her. He never had. He stared at her a lot and sometimes made her stand up so he could get a good look at her body. But he never touched her. At least not yet.
When Jimmy returned, he sat down on his lounge and gazed at her.
"Barry gone?" he said.
She nodded. "Yes, you're all alone with me."
"Scared," he said, his eyes boring into her tits.
"Scared?" she grinned.
"Terrified."
"How come you don't get married and share all this with some lucky woman?"
"I'd rather play the field."
"How old are you, Jimmy?" She thought he was about fifty.
He cocked an eyebrow. "None of your business," he growled.
"Oh, you're not so old."
He chuckled, his eyes fixed on her bulging tits. "Not too old to appreciate a good set of tits when I see them."
Melanie looked down at her chest. She tugged at her bikini, then gave up. "Sorry. Should I cover up?"
"Don't you dare."
He was gazing at her strangely when she turned to face him. Her pussy twitched at the expression in his eyes.
"If you want to take that thing off and get an all-over tan I won't mind," he said, rising up to join her on her chaise.
She trembled when he touched her warm thigh. So he was finally making a pass. Well, it was about time.
Anyway, she had nothing to feel guilty about. Barry had left her alone with him. If anything happened it would serve Barry right.
"The sun would burn my tits to a crisp," she said.
Jimmy faced the sun as he stroked her thigh. "Come on, I'll beat you across the pool," he said absently.
She shook her head. "I like it here." Suddenly she wanted him to take her in his arms. She didn't know if it was the lush surroundings or his burly chest. She found him attractive at this moment and that was all that mattered.
His fingers edged up her thigh, closer and closer to her cunt-mound. He still stared up at the sun, his eyes covered by black glasses and his expression inscrutable.
"Jimmy, I believe you're trying to tell me something."
He pushed his glasses down and gazed at her. "Maybe I am."
Suddenly a maid appeared with a tray of drinks. He waited for her to leave before running his fingers through Melanie's hair.
He looked at her pretty pouting mouth and her long dark hair. He wet his lips and touched his glass to her bare belly.
She smiled up at him, sipping her drink and feeling her pussy heat up. Barry had left them alone. Maybe it was fate that they got together. He placed his drink on a nearby table and took her hand in his. "You're warm," he said.
"Maybe I've had too much sun."
"Do you want to go in the house?"
His fingers touched her cleavage for a moment and then moved back to her belly.
She breathed deeply. Her tits bulged over the top of her bikini.
"Do you?" she said.
"I'd like to." He stroked her long dark hair, his eyes locked with hers.
She sat up. She placed her hand on his arm. "I'm interested," she said softly.
"I thought…"
Her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Let's get in the house," he said in a husky voice.
Once they were in the house, he led her to his bedroom and took her in his arms. Her sun warm body melted against his. She parted her lips as they kissed and she circled his neck with her arms.
He kissed her hungrily, his body shaking. "I sent Barry back to the office purposely."
"Kiss me." Her tongue responded fiercely to his kisses.
"You're a sexy little thing. Jesus, I'm a shit for doing this to Barry."
"He needn't know."
She wanted him to stop talking. She bit his lips and plunged her pointed tongue in and out of his mouth.
He probed her mouth with his tongue. He locked his lips against hers and seemed to devour her.
They sat down on the bed, his hand resting on her thigh. He stroked her, gently at first and then insistently. She sensed that he would be a lusty lover. Not gentle, but bold.
His lips moved from her mouth to her throat and from there to her ear. His hand was on her tits, stroking and caressing and teasing her nipples to erection.
She gasped when he tore her bikini top off. Her tits spilled out and his lips kissed and sucked and demanded.
He took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it hard, sending shock waves through her. His hands caressed her other tit and stroked her belly.
When he kissed her again, she pulled her lips from his and gazed into his eyes.
"You won't tell, will you?" she said.
He smiled. "Do I look crazy?"
"That's right," she said, rubbing his thigh. "Barry would kill you."
"I'm not so sure."
"What did you say?"
"I said I'm not so sure he wouldn't find it exciting to know I fucked you."
"I…"
"Don't bother your pretty head. Just make me feel good. Get your hand on my cock. You made it hard. Take care of it."
She touched his crotch and felt his hardness. Was it true? Would Barry find it exciting to know his boss was about to fuck her?
"Take it out," he said, moving her hand inside the waistband of his trunks.
As she clutched his prick he closed his big hands over her tits.
"It's so big," she said.
"Finally, I get to see the best set of tits in town."
Pushing her down on her back, he removed his shorts. She gazed at his prick, creaming her panties at the sight of his powerful fuck pole.
He stared hungrily at her massive nipples as she lay back breathing deeply. He reached for her, cupping her tits in his fists.
Her tits throbbed with the hunger that raged through her entire body. Her nipples were taut and the colored portion was puckered and dark pink.
"You've done this before," he said. "Admit it."
"Why, Jimmy, how can you say that," she smiled. "I'm just a little old housewife, faithful to my dear sweet husband."
"Bullshit." He grinned as he squeezed her tits. They were spongy and hot, throbbing with raw desire.
"Do you want to be my mistress?" he said. "I don't know," she panted. "I'm so damn mixed-up."
"How long have you and Barry been having problems?"
"Don't let's talk about Barry." Once again he covered her warm moist lips with his eager mouth. He slipped a hand between her legs and felt the warm wetness of her slit.
"You really need it, baby," he said. Melanie let out a soft moan as the older man teased his finger up the hairy fringes of her cuntlips.
She pumped his prick weakly as he reached back and tickled the delicate ring of her asshole. Using the same finger, he caressed her juicy cunt until the horny housewife moaned out loud.
"If you don't fuck me soon I'll lose my mind," she said.
"How's this?" he said, taking her clit between his fingers and squeezing it expertly.
"It's good for starters," she said.
"Your pussy's creaming all over my hand. I should have taken care of you long ago."
Melanie moaned and writhed on the bed. Her pussyjuice flowed hotly as he manipulated her at.
"I'm going to love fucking this tight little cunt."
Her bikini bottom was halfway down her thighs. Jimmy pulled it down to her feet and removed it completely.
He spread her creamy thighs apart and crouched down to explore every inch of her. She had never felt so exposed or so vulnerable. And she had never felt so excited.
She watched his eyes as he gazed down at her splayed thighs. He stared excitedly at her raunchy-looking pussy-slit with its thick covering of bristly dark hair.
She gazed at his prick sticking out from the thick growth of hair that covered his balls. He looked powerful and strong and she wanted him. They had flirted back and forth for months. In her heart she'd known that one day they would get it on.
The wealthy executive seemed to sense her need. He knew she wanted his cock inside her.
Crawling between her legs, he guided his cockhead toward her juicy treasure.
She trembled and gasped when the swollen head of his prick brushed her gaping cuntlips. She panted for breath when he wedged it between her juice-slickened lips and pushed in.
Unable to control her wild lust, she raised her legs, clamped down around his back and yelled for him to fuck her.
"Don't you worry, little lady," Jimmy said above her. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck…"
"Don't be afraid to be rough," she said. "I like it rough."
"I figured as much."
He began fucking her with deep, but slow strokes. Her cunt grabbed his prick with every thrust. She pulled his head down. He kissed and licked her tits.
"Stop wiggling around so much," he said. "Jesus, I've never felt such a tight cunt."
Melanie arched her back and ground her cunt against his prick. "Give it to me good," she hissed. "Really stroke it to me."
Her hot wet silt hungrily grabbed his prick. She whipped her ass of the bed and pounded herself at him.
"Give it to me," she yelled.
He began thrusting more vigorously. His come-filled nuts slapped wetly against her ass. His cockshaft rasped against her clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her entire body.
She clung to him, desperate for release, her creamy juices boiling up around his thrusting prick. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Suddenly he roared, discharging a torrent of thick spunk into her writhing pussy. She threw her legs around him and came with him.
Afterward she dozed off. Within moments she was awakened. Jimmy had buried his face in her hot, sticky cunt.
She smiled as she stroked his hair. "Why, Jimmy, you're a lover," she said.
Although her orgasm had been intense, she was ready for more. Jimmy's talented tongue teased her sensitive clit. She clamped her thighs around his head and toyed with his hair.
It was obvious that Jimmy loved pussy. Becoming his mistress would help Barry get ahead in the company and provide her with regular sex outside her marriage. She decided to give it consideration.
"Were you serious when you said that before about being your mistress?"
He licked and sucked her newly aroused pussy. "Sure."
Melanie moaned from the intense pleasure coursing through her cunt. Jimmy's tongue was tireless. It seemed to be all over at once, on her slick cunt folds and pushing inside her pussy-hole.
"Oh, God, you're driving me crazy!" He raised his head. "There's a price to be paid."
"Whatever it is I'll pay," she said. He licked the sensitive spot between her cunthole and her asshole. He lapped up her pungent juices as quickly as they boiled out of her pussy.
"You like to suck cock, don't you?" he said.
"I love it."
"I'm going to let you bring me up again." In a moment his hairy legs straddled her face and his limp cock nudged her lips. If this was what he meant by paying a price it was okay with her.
She started with his balls. She fondled their hairy surface and cupped them tenderly in both hands.
With the starch out of it, his cock wasn't very big. She took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked it clean.
It stirred and expanded. Trembling with excitement, the oversexed wife licked the flared rim surrounding his cockhead. It's good, she though, it's damn good.
It was two weeks later that Barry received a promotion. Melanie waited to hear from Jimmy. Weeks went by before she asked Barry what was happening at the office.
"Oh, didn't I tell you! Jimmy got married to an eighteen-year-old beauty queen. The old bastard is acting like he invented cunt. He's swaggering around like a high school jock."
"Nice," Melanie said, forcing herself to smile. The prick, she though. Mistress indeed!