Page 65 of His Wife

Without waiting for her to protest, he strode into the kitchen. Was he aware of those tight jeans accentuating the muscles in his legs and butt? Lisa plopped back down onto the couch, staring at his fine ass.

The afternoon passed quickly. She was surprised at how easily they talked, especially considering the difference in age. Two drinks had led to three by the time she arose, saying, “Maybe your mother’s been held up. Do you think I should call her?” He stood and took her glass from her hand. Setting it on the coffee table, he looked into her eyes, grazing her cheek with his fingers.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. The way he looked at her made her light-headed. The pit of her stomach somersaulted. He caressed her hair a moment, and, wrapping her black locks around his hand, tilted her chin. She stood on her tip-toes and gave in to a deep, long kiss. She felt his fingers in the small of her back, pulling her closer as his tongue dove into her mouth, dancing furiously with heated lust. He made her heart thump and her pussy quiver.

I can’t do this! she thought, pulling away in a frenzy. He stood looking calmly at her.

“Why not?” he asked. Could he read her mind?

“I’m old enough to be your mother! And your real mother could come in at any time!” she cried.

“No,” he said. “I have a confession. It was me who texted you, asking you to come.”

Lisa stared at him, dumfounded. Tim continued, blushing and hesitating a little. “I don’t usually look at my mom’s phone, but she was driving when your text came in. She asked me to read it to her, and told me to answer you, saying she’d get back to you about meeting after she returns from New York. She’s gone for the week-end.”

“But you told me to come knowing she wouldn’t be here?”

“I’ve read about you – followed you, actually, for a long time now. At first I was just impressed that my mom and dad knew a movie producer. Then I just started getting this big crush, and read everything they wrote about you …” He was stumbling over his words now, thoroughly red-faced. He looked like an adorable little boy that had been caught in the act.

Lisa found herself both completely speechless and completely flattered.

“It’s okay if you are a little freaked out,” he said.

What an understatement, Lisa thought. He’s old enough to be your son; you need to get out of here now.

“Listen,” said Lisa, “I’m flattered, honestly I really am. But I don’t think I can do this. I think you’re very confused and me being here is making you even more confused. I’ve got to go.”

Before she could make her move towards the door he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her passionately. His warm, soft lips pressed into hers. She felt her body sagging into his. Gradually his tongue slipped between her lips, coaxing her tongue, slightly at first, then more ardently. She gave in. Their bodies pressed together, mouths clashing, tongues playing against each other, teeth offering little nips.

Lisa’s mind was now intoxicated by the kiss, the whiskey, the drive; everything, really. She couldn’t help but laugh internally on the randomness that her life had become. One minute she was on a terrible internet date from hell, the next she was in a toilet cubicle with an Irishman that she just met and now, she was locked in a pretty amazing kiss with the son of her ex-best friend and ex-fiancé. My god, I’m a case!

His hands slid down her back and Lisa did not mind. She didn’t mind this at all. She pressed her breasts closer as a way of letting him know how she felt and her intentions. I’m ready, she thought. Back in the days when she and Marie were inseparable, she had felt ready to give up her virginity to Tim’s father. Now she was about to give her virginity to his son!

Without breaking away from the kiss, they both dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace. One button at a time, she undid his jacket, and pulled it down over his shoulders, revealing brawny brown arms. She lifted hers while he slipped her tee-shirt over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Gently he pulled the straps forward, releasing her breasts. Reverently taking her in with his eyes, he held his arms up while she took hold of his shirt and pulled it off, letting it drop behind him. Together they knelt, unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans and their underwear, sliding them down their eager bodies. Soon they were completely naked.

"I want you to stand on your feet now," she whispered softly into his mouth before giving him a quick kiss. He did as he was told, no questions asked. They stood for a moment, admiring each other’s bodies. His perfect bulging chest, chiseled biceps, and washboard abs with a snail-trail of hair that led straight down to his perfectly thick, long, hard cock, hypnotized her.

“Wow,” she whispered breathily. “Your body is amazing.”

He smiled, just standing there watching her. She, too, rose to her feet. Her beautiful chocolate skin shimmered and flickered from the dancing flame of the lit fireplace. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and along her back. She drew him in closer to her once more, pulling his eager face right into her breasts. She moaned out her pleasure as he stroked her tits with his perfect wet tongue.

“Oh god,” she groaned, arching her back.

As he nuzzled and rubbed her hardening nipples with his tongue, he trailed his left hand slowly down her body, exploring all her contours, down to her clit. He began to caress it, gently at first but growing more and more rigorous and ravenous as the seconds quickly ticked by.

His hungry mouth moved to her neck softly licking and sucking her salty skin. She quivered from the inside out as she felt his hot breath. He trailed hot-lipped kisses down her neck, across her throat.

“Oh I want you,” he whispered into her chest, drunk with desire for his one and only crush. He now slid his finger inside her, still rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She moaned once more, louder and harder now as he went to town on her.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop.”

She was close, so fucking close that her legs nearly gave way as they began to turn into jelly. “I’m close,” she moaned. “So fucking close. Don’t stop.”

With that, she came into his hands. As she did, she pulled hard on his hair. He smiled, knowing just how crazy his touch was making her. Soon she began to caress his hair as she pulled his head up to hers and planted firm, wet kiss on his lips; a sign of gratitude for the orgasm that he’d just given her.

Now it was her turn. She slid down to her knees and gulped at the realization of just how well endowed her lover was. She started off by darting out her tongue to lick away the pre-cum that leaked from his dick. Then she began to work on the head around the helmet and rim, with her tongue, slowly teasing him.

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