Chapter 3

“Steph?” She glanced at me.

“Uhm, about the other day…”

I couldn’t help it. I lunged towards her and pressed my body against hers, her back thudded against the door. My hands cradled her face as I kissed her deeply. After a few moments, I pulled away, hoping that I hadn’t made a mistake.

She whispered “oh thank god” which told me everything I needed to hear.

My lips crashed back into hers. Monica returned the kiss as her hands swept over my body. I moved a hand down to knead one of her tits through her shirt, a move which caused her to moan into my mouth. I then attacked her neck, leaving wet kisses along her pulse point as my lips made their way to her chest.

Monica had one hand at the back of my head, her other was down inside my leggings with a firm grip on my fleshy ass cheek. The last time we were up against this door, I had to send her away. That was not the case today.

I had to have her and I had to have her right now. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I reached up and dug my fingers into the waistband of her sweats, and with a quick yank, I pulled them and her panties down to her ankles. I immediately buried my face into her gorgeous red bush, inhaling deeply. Her scent rushed to my brain.

I could feel her wetness against my face. I swiped my tongue into the gap between her thighs, hungrily searching for any taste of her delightful essence. I clumsily helped free her of her sweats as she thrust her hips forward, allowing me more access to her delicious honey pot. I weaved my arms between her thighs, spreading her legs wider, gripping her ass and planting my face back into her luscious pussy. I dragged my tongue across her delicate folds and her swollen pearl over and over again. I was crazed, as desperate as a junkie looking for her next fix. This was all I had been wanting, to taste her, and lucky for me, her juices were flowing like a raging river, coating my lips and tongue in her tangy release.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Steph…don’t stop….ungh…I…ah…I’m going to cum already!”

The words barely registered before her hand was on the back of my head and my face was pressed into her pussy. Her body shook as she cried out from the eruption of her orgasm. I was helpless as she held my head tightly, grinding her slick sex against my face, painting me with her wetness. There was nowhere I would have rather been.

As her climax subsided, Monica guided me to my feet, our lips locking into battle. Her hands frantically clawed at my clothing, tugging my baggy t-shirt up over my head and tossing it aside. As usual, I wasn’t wearing a bra and her mouth hungrily latched onto my turgid nipples. As her lips and tongue bathed my tits, her hands were yanking on the waistband of my leggings. I stepped back just enough to work my leggings off and kick them across the floor.

Monica discarded her top and was against me immediately. The feeling of her naked body against mine thrilled me immensely, fueling my lust for her even more. We moved as one writhing mass of limbs, with her guiding me the short distance to the kitchen table. As we neared the table, Monica spun me around and shoved me forward. With her hand around the back of my neck, she pressed my upper body against the cool wood surface.

I was so turned on that I could feel a wet trickle running down the inside of my thigh. As my cheek was pressed against the table, I felt her warm breath on my ear.

“You have no idea how badly I have been craving you. Fuck…my panties have been soaked all morning just thinking about coming over here.”

“Please…take me!” I begged of her.

As she held onto my neck, I felt her other hand sliding over my bare ass. Slowly she made her way between my legs, her fingers teasing over my slippery, swollen labia. My breathing was deep and erratic as I tried to anticipate her next move.

I shrieked when a loud smack rang out, quickly followed by a sharp stinging sensation on my left ass cheek. Not once had the idea of spanking turned me on, but there was no denying the feeling that radiated between my legs.

“Sorry…I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so thick and yummy looking.”

Monica’s fingers dug into my plump ass, kneading my round, jiggly cheeks like dough. I moaned softly as her hands massaged my ass, but those little moans turned to gasps and giggles when I felt her warm lips kissing across my backside. I spread my feet wider as her mouth moved closer to my dripping slit. Just when I thought I knew what was was coming, she threw me a curveball.

In one swift motion, she spread my ass cheeks apart and ran her tongue up my crack and over my puckered little asshole. No one had ever touched me there, especially with their mouth, and while it wasn’t enough to make me cum, it sure felt pretty damn great. Monica swiped her tongue over my little knot several times, but I really wanted her to lick me elsewhere.

I pulled my left thigh up and rested it on the table, giving her more access to my needy pussy and clit. I heard her moan right before her lips engulfed my labia and sucked them into her mouth. Next, her tongue slithered into my gooey depths, lapping at my walls and drinking my nectar. I gripped the table tightly as she continued to lavish my pussy with her lovely mouth, bringing me closer and closer to my inevitable release.

I felt so exposed, bent over my kitchen table, each one of her hands firmly planted on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, her face buried between my legs, as I surely made a mess on the floor beneath me. The shades in every window were open, and while the thought of the neighbors seeing what was happening should have concerned me, it actually thrilled me to no end.

Her focus was now on my clit. She held my little nub between her lips, sucking and massaging the tiny bean until she drove me over the edge.

I was cumming and I couldn’t fight back the sounds that escaped as my orgasm ripped through me.

As my climax tapered, I could feel Monica was still behind me, lovingly kissing my fleshy ass while her hand roamed my backside. I was spent, yet I would have done it all again in a heartbeat. I attempted to stand when Monica cautioned me.

“Careful, Steph. The floor is a little, uhm…slippery.”

I planted my foot cautiously and was able to back away from the table. A sizable puddle of liquid had formed on the floor.

“Oh shit! Is that all from me?”

“Yeah, well, most of it.”

“I mean…that was pretty fucking hot and you being bent over like that…I couldn’t help myself. I was a dripping mess too.”

“Do you have any idea how incredible you make me feel?”

“If it’s anything like how I feel, then yes I do.”

I surveyed the kitchen and could see Monica’s sweats and panties discarded in a pile by the back door. My top was tossed over on the floor, as was Monica’s, and my leggings were draped over the edge of the stovetop.

“Can you stay for a while?” I asked, closing the distance between us and pulling her naked body to mine.

“I wish I could, but I can’t miss class this afternoon, sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m just happy I got to see you.”

“I couldn’t wait. I’m sorry I was so awkward…

“Hey, it’s ok. I was too. I just thought that maybe you were having second thoughts or…”

“Absolutely not! But, I was afraid you were.”

“Oh hell no! My god, you were all I could think about.”

“Same. I feel like an idiot for ever doubting.”

“It’s ok. I know this is unfamiliar territory for both of us, but I definitely want to keep seeing you.”

“Me too. Ok, let’s promise, no more weirdness.”

Monica held up her pinky and I wrapped mine around hers.

We both giggled then sealed our promise with a kiss.

“I’m sorry, but I need to get going. I’ll definitely message you later, ok?”

“Please do. I guess I’d better clean up the evidence.”

We exchanged more kisses before gathering our clothes. After Monica left, I cleaned up the mess we made and when I was done there was no sign of any of the naughty fun remaining. I’d never look at our kitchen table the same though.

That afternoon was the day that really kicked off my affair with Monica. We continued to use Reddit to exchange messages and as time went on, we had worked out ways to meet up for a little fun on a regular basis. The “fun” usually happened at my house, as I often had the place to myself most of the day. Some days there was only time for a quickie, as had happened in the kitchen. Other days we had hours to dedicate to fucking each other silly. There were times where Monica let herself in and snuggled in to the bed with me. We would then spend the morning devouring one another and finish in the shower.

In the few months that our affair had been active, we always made sure to be careful and to cover our tracks. You might have thought that for a woman of my age, having sex with a woman half my age would have been as much as I could handle. In reality, having sex with Monica actually made me hornier than I’d ever been, a benefit that my husband gladly accepted, even though he had no idea.

But it wasn’t just the sex that was great. Monica and I were getting to know each other on a deeper level. On the days when we had plenty of time, we’d often lay together in bed and talk for quite while. I loved those moments just as much as I did the physical ones. She was such a warm and caring person, and much more in tune with herself than I was at her age. Being with her just felt so comfortable.

Yep, things were going great. I was having my cake and eating it too. I should have known that I was being greedy, but I was having so much fun. I’d never felt better about myself and I was caught up in the rush of the high I was experiencing. I thought I had everything under control, so it was only a matter of time before reality paid a visit through a series of events.

It was a usual Saturday afternoon. I let Paul have his way with me earlier that morning and afterwards we went out for breakfast. We were back at home and since the weather was nice, we we’re working out in the yard. I was tidying up the patio when Paul yelled for me.

“Steph!” I looked up to see him waving at me from the gate at the back of the yard.

“Come check this out.”

I set down my broom and walked over to the gate.

“Have you been back here recently?”

“Well, it looks like someone has.”

A chill ran through my body. This was the way that Monica had been sneaking in when she came over. Her and Rachel used to sneak in and out through there when they were younger, so it was easy for Monica to come and go through there. She wouldn’t get picked up on the doorbell camera at the front door either.

“How can you be sure?”

“Well, the paint on the hinges is flaking off and there are strange wear marks on the latch. Not to mention the grass is matted down like it’s been opened repeatedly.”

“I’m sure no one has been going through our gate, Paul.”

“How would you know?”

“Uh, because I’m home everyday. I think I’d notice someone. It’s not like there’s much they can do back here. Are they sneaking in to relax on the patio?”

“Maybe you’re right. Still though… something seems off. Maybe I should install a camera back here?”

Fuck. I couldn’t let that happen. How else would Monica get in? This had the potential to hamper my activities.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“I just want you and Rachel to be safe.”

“Look around. We are safe. This whole neighborhood is safe. Nothing ever goes on here.”

“I don’t know…maybe. I’ll think about it.”

I let it go, thinking that the idea would pass.

About an hour later, I was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through my phone, when Paul strolled downstairs and told me he had some errands to run and that he’d be back in a little while. I didn’t think much of it at first, but the thought hit me that maybe he was going to pick up a security camera for the backyard. Shit.

I opened Reddit and logged in to my other account. I typed out a message to Monica, letting her know about the possible issue.

“We might have a slight problem. Husband seems to think that someone is messing around by the back gate in our yard. He wants to install a security camera in the back as a precaution. If he does that, it’s going to fuck up everything!”

I sent the message and waited. Luckily, Monica didn’t have to hide stuff on her phone like I did, so she received notifications for messages. It was only a few minutes until I had a reply.