Pete Howell met her just as she climbed out of the car. Irene had just returned home from the grocery store and had planned to fix herself a simple lunch before spending the afternoon finishing her housecleaning chores before Dan arrived home from work. Suddenly, there was Pete, smiling and offering to carry the two sacks of groceries, and Irene had the distinct feeling that her long-standing fantasies were merging with reality.
An hour later, Irene was sitting beside Pete on the sofa in her den, the two of them sipping iced tea and chatting. Their conversation had turned toward personal matters, and Irene was feeling surprisingly nervous. Her fantasies about Pete had never included doubt or unease, yet she was discovering how different reality made things.
Pete was most definitely very alluring to Irene. He was a husky, well-conditioned thirty eight-year-old security guard. He worked nights and spent his days, the rumor mill said, enjoying the fact that working husbands left lonely, bored housewives throughout the neighborhood. Pete was divorced, again according to the rumors, because of his daytime prowling into the neighborhood bedrooms. His ex-wife had moved back to her hometown in another state, taking their son with her. The boy was coming to spend a month of the summer with Pete, and it was the boy that Pete talked to Irene about as his leg casually brushed against hers.
"The kid is not a kid now, Irene," he was saying, slipping his arm behind her and resting it on the back cushions of the sofa. "A crucial age for a boy. I remember, for instance, that I was his age when I got my first piece of ass."
Irene giggled nervously. "Pete!" she gasped, feeling her face blush. "You don't have to confess anything to me."
"Oh, I know that," he said, grinning at her embarrassment. "It's just that Rory living with his mother has probably been too sheltered. I'm worried that the kid will get off to a rocky start in life if he doesn't have a father figure around to explain certain facts of life to him. Know what I mean?"
She nodded slowly as her fingers trembled on her iced tea glass. "That makes sense," she said. "I guess it's lucky that Rory will be staying with you this summer."
"Well, that's what I've been wanting to talk to you about," he said, clearing his throat and easing himself even closer to her. "I'd like you to help me a little with the kid."
"Sure, but how can I help?" she asked, only half hearing his words.
A faint smile danced across his lips as his eyes searched her face and the enticing bulge of her big tits. "I want him to learn about life and about women in the right way," Pete said softly.
"I still don't know what that has to do with me," Irene said with another nervous chuckle. She felt his breaths on her face and she didn't trust herself to look into his eyes.
"Let's talk about the kid later," Pete said as he suddenly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. As the same instant, he dropped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, crushing her body against his. "You smell so damn good," he breathed.
"Pete!" Irene gasped, trying feebly to escape his embrace. "What are you doing?" Her pulse was pounding suddenly and her heart was racing. Panic and excitement surged inside her, making her tremble as her mind reeled in confusion. "You shouldn't…"
He blocked her words by pressing his lips over hers and immediately stabbing his tongue into her mouth. He increased the pressure of his hold on her as he Frenched her mouth.
Irene uttered muffled cries, but inspite of her panic, she felt her body responding to his bold activity. Involuntarily, she began sucking on his invading tongue and automatically yielding to his powerful embrace. Before she realized it, her body was tingling with lusty excitement. The crush of his body, husky and hard, seemed to smother her weak protests while flaming the secret desire that had been boiling inside. Suddenly, her fantasies about Pete were happening, and the forceful sensations that resulted were both frightening and thrilling.
Her mind was spinning, signaling the control she had so quickly lost, yet recording all the wanton pleasure sweeping through her lusty body. She sucked greedily now on his tongue as she melted against him. His embrace became an enveloping security. She told herself she couldn't resist him, that he was too strong for her. Of course, she gave only token resistance to his demanding kiss, and she sighed as she gladly surrendered to him.
His free hand slipped under her skirt and roamed higher and higher up her thighs. Irene started to moan as his fingers stroked closer and closer to her damp panties. Her tits tingled as they pressed into his body, and Irene suddenly couldn't wait for him to make the rest of her fantasy a reality.
His fingers grazed her moist cunt through her panties and lightning streaks of pleasure jolted her senses. She groaned and threw her arms around his neck, abandoning all her reserve as she accepted the terms of surrender.
He obviously recognized his victory and wasted no time pressing his advantage. He broke off the kiss and moved his lips over her chin and neck, nibbling her sweet, flawless flesh wetly as he headed down to those mammoth, jutting tits. His hands flew over her blouse, tugging it up over her head and quickly exposing her heavy, ripe tits.
His eyes blazed as he stared at her luscious tits. Irene loved the examination of his hot eyes, and she felt a tremendous rush of pride that this experienced stud would be so obviously thrilled by her tits. Her plump, pink nipples stood out stiffly, flaring into sharp tips. Her meaty, full tit-melons throbbed and ached, and Irene squealed deeply when Pete finally placed his strong hands on them.
He tweaked her sensitive nipples with his fingertips and pinned lewdly. "Quite a pair, young lady," he rasped, watching as her tits jiggled under his touch. "You could definitely stop traffic with these tits. Shit, you sure stopped me more than once," he added with a snicker.
"Oh, Pete, we shouldn't be doing this," she whimpered, making no effort to cover her naked tits or to stop his caressing.
"Take it easy, honey," he whispered, squeezing her tits in his hands while leaning forward to nuzzle the rosy tips with his lips. "I've watched you shaking your cute little ass in my direction. Now don't tell me you're nothing but a cock-teaser."
"Oh, no, no, I would never do anything like that," she protested. "I mean, I wouldn't knowingly…"
"Stop explaining and just enjoy," he interrupted, flashing a wide smile. "We both know what I want."
There was no time for guilt or doubt now as Pete damped his lips around one of her stiff nipples. Instant flashes of white-hot pleasure scared through her and she swooned. He flicked his tongue vigorously across her trapped nipple, whipping the stinging bud into a frenzy.
Irene gasped and groaned as she clutched at Pete's shoulders. Arousal drowned her thoughts and trembled her body. His tongue was driving her wild even before he switched his attention to her other nipple. This time he held the nipple in place with his teeth, then started the tongue-whipping.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and gulped in as much of her titflesh as possible. Irene howled out her delight and felt the room spin before her eyes. Her body shuddered and she felt her pussy slicks.
This was real, she kept telling herself. The luxuries of fantasies no longer existed. Yet, Irene was too horny to concern herself with guilty feelings about Dan. Pete had simply overwhelmed her and had brought out her sensual longing for him.
"Am I terrible?" she whispered in a weak, breaking voice.
"You're beautiful," he responded, mumbling around her tasty titflesh. "Now is no time to start worrying. We both know I'm going to fuck you. We both know you're going to love it as much as I will."
Maybe I've always been a slut at heart, she told herself as she swooned under the wild lapping of his tongue. Both of her nipples were now glistening with his spit and the fire raging in her cunt was making her spasm uncontrollably.
As he munched greedily on her tits, he moved his hands beneath her skirt to her panties. Without hesitation, Pete started tugging her panties off, jerking them down ever her squirming hips and ass, then dragging them down her long legs. Irene did what she could to help as he stripped off her panties, but she made sure his mouth kept feasting on her tits.
Finally, her panties a thin nylon rope around her ankles, Pete bunched her skirt up around her waist, exposing her golden, bushy cunt. He fondled and caressed her pussy as she widened her legs to give him access to her cunt. He continued to chew on her tits, moving from one to the other, as he fluttered his fingertips through the dense muff of her cunt.
She stirred on the sofa and let out a moan when he moved his fingers into her creamy pussy gash. His fingertips sliced along her slit, teasing and stroking the sensitive tissues, traveling right up to her erect little clit. He touched her magic button and made her squeal with delight.
"Oh, damn, Pete, I've wanted this to happen since we first moved here," she gasped without thinking. "You know exactly what I want and need."
He chuckled hoarsely and continued to toy with her clit. He lightly pinched the horny little bud between two fingertips, making her squeal out again. He laughed louder, loving the power he had over her.
He slipped his fingers back down through her juicy slit, fondling the meaty cunt flaps and pussy pulp while her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed beyond the stroke of his fingers. Her arousal was peaking fast, and Irene constantly purred and sighed and panted as his fingers played her pussy like a sweet instrument.
She wiggled around as he teased her cunthole with a stiffened finger. God, how she wanted him to plunge his finger up into her quivering fuck-tunnel. But, he had another trick to perform, and all Irene could do was grasp as he slipped his fingers down along her ass-crease.
His fingertips were slick with her pussy nectar, and the lubed fingertips skimmed over her brownie.
"Oooohhh, you marvelous, wicked bastard!" she blurted.
"You love it, don't you?" he rasped, nibbling her tits. "You love it especially because you don't know what I'm going to do next. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, oh yes!" she sobbed, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "I'm so horny for you, Pete!"
"I know," he snapped, flashing a smug smile. "Get on the floor."
She blinked at his order, but recovered and obeyed. As gracefully as possible, she sat on the floor at his feet, then leaned back flat, never moving her eyes off his smiling face.
"Pull that skirt back up over your ass, honey," he said. "I want to keep looking at that pretty blonde pussy."
She could practically feel his hot eyes on her cunt, and Irene trembled. A surge of wanton excitement swept through her as she smiled wantonly up at him. At the same time, she slowly drew her knees up and parted her cuntlips with her thumbs. She could smell the rich aroma of her exposed pussy and she made soft purring sounds deep in her throat. She had never realized how exciting exposing and displaying herself to her handsome neighbor could be. She felt a sort of pride knowing she had the power to momentarily mesmerize the husky stud just by flashing her pussy at him.
He gazed at her cunt for a long time. His gaze crawled over her dark-pink pussy meat and her inner cuntlips. Her clit stood out, quivering and wet at the top of her puffed out pussy gash. Her curly blonde pussy hairs were dark and slippery with the constant oozing of her warm nectar, obviously adding to Pete's own excitement.
"Finger-fuck yourself," he uttered, his voice deep and hoarse.
Slowly and carefully, she used her index finger to rub the edges of her slit. She was covered with pussy juice and her fingers slid around noisily, gliding over the pink pulp until she suddenly snaked a single finger into her cunthole.
"Is this what you like?" she cooed in a soft yoke as her finger vanished inside her cunt.
He nodded, his eyes glued to the erotic sight. She poked her finger knuckle-deep into her churning pussy chamber and felt the pleasant vibrations all the way to her toes. She closed her eyes tightly, her blood racing and her whole body caught up with the sensations in her pussy. She bit her lower lips and cried out sharply, breathing deeply while she rubbed her clit with a circular motion as she fingered her cunthole.
She was shocking herself with this lewd, blatant behavior, but that, in itself, was thrilling. Not even in her fantasies had Irene imagined sprawling out on the floor and masturbating shamelessly in front of Pete or any man other than her husband. What she had found herself doing now only stirred her erotic sensations and increased the intensity of her pleasure.
Her convulsing cuntwalls squeezed around her stabbing finger, and Irene hollered a shrieking whine as the deep rumblings of a climax roared from her depths. Her frigging finger was getting drenched with her hot, sticky cunt fluids, and her clit was heaving mightily, signaling her arousal and passion. She blinked open her eyes and instantly gasped when she focused on the spectacle of Pete, his cock jutting up through his open fly.
Pete, still sitting on the sofa and his eyes still riveted on her activity, was stroking his towering prick with his right fist. Her immediate shock gave way to girlish giggling as her eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Fresh tremors rocked through the horny housewife as she studied her neighbor's prick. It was larger than Dan's, but not quite as thick. Still, Irene shuddered as she imagined his long, bony cock slicking up into her creamy cunthole.
"What's wrong?" he said, adding a throaty chuckle, but not stopping his jacking off motions. "Hubby doesn't beat off for you?"
"Not lately," she said huskily. "We're usually top anxious to get down to business."
He laughed. "Young love is something special," he chided. "I hope this doesn't offend you, but I couldn't help it. Watching you fingerfuck your pretty pussy just got to me."
"I love your cock," she whispered, a dreamy expression slipping aver her lovely face. "I can't wait to have it inside my pussy."
"Well, honey, just keep stirring the juices and I'll give you your wish," he chuckled. "Stick another finger into your cunt and really give it a workout. I want your sweet little pussy boiling before I fuck you."
Irene didn't hesitate as she added a second finger to her convulsing fuckhole. She felt giddy and hot as she buried her fingers into her seething cunt. She broke out in beads of perspiration as her orgasm began to erupt.
She squealed and squirmed on the floor as she climaxed. Urgent little gasping sounds escaped her throat and her entire body spasmed. She felt her pussy clutching at her stabbing fingers, sucking the digits deeper and harder into her churning fuck-tunnel.
"Hey, that'll be enough of that, young lady," he jokingly scolded, coming off of the sofa and letting his slacks fail to his ankles. "You're beginning to enjoy that shit too much." He stepped out of his shoes and slacks.
"Don't worry, Pete," she cooed, stretching her long legs and grinning up at him. "I could never forget that you are here. Being married to Dan has certainly taught me that fingers are no substitute for a real flesh-and-blood, hard cock."
Pete laughed as he lay down beside her on the floor. Impulsively, Irene climbed over him and lowered her head between his legs. She pushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue hungrily over his fuck-knob and held his prickshaft in her fist while she polished his cockhead with the flat of her tongue.
"Good girl!" Pete rasped, reaching down to stroke her soft blonde curls. "I like women of action. Go to it, lady. Wet down my cock before I fuck you."
He lowered his hands to her jiggling tits and played with them while she licked and sucked his beefy cock. He lurched forward suddenly and shoved his cock into the back of her throat.
Irene moaned, loving the blistering friction of his long prick gliding between her wet lips. His cockhead, unusually fat and bloated, nudged the back of her throat, and the horny housewife savored the sensation. Gagging on her husband's fuckmeat had never bothered her, and she was happy to discover similar erotic pleasures when Pete's cockhead threatened to clog her windpipe. She loved the challenge of being able to take his whole cock into her sucking mouth, and she worked furiously to complete such a task with Pete's long prick.
She dipped her hands down to his balls and started fondling his hairy orbs as she slurped up his fuckmeat. She bobbed her head up and down the long, veiny fuck shaft, soaking it with her hot saliva. Her active tongue kept tickling the sensitive surface of his prickflesh, making him groan and twitch in pleasure.
"That's enough!" he snapped suddenly, gripping the sides of her head and unexpectedly pushing her face off his crotch. "Get on your back, honey. It's time to fuck."
"Whatever you say," she chuckled happily, quickly obeying.
She stretched out on her back and sighed in eager anticipation. As Pete parted her thighs, she shuddered under the waves of horny arousal washing over her nerves. She was about to meet reality head-on, and she couldn't wait.
All that was left was for Irene to discover if reality could match the wild imagination of a sexy, passionate twenty-two-year-old blonde who had never been fucked by a man other than her husband.