The Married Woman: Part 1

The Married Woman [part 1 of 3]
By: DamonX (xxdamon@hotmail.com)

The Married Woman By DamonX

My heart was beating as I walked up the front steps of the house. I
went to ring the door bell, but hesitated for a second and looked
around. It looked like any other house. Mini-van in the driveway,
freshly cut lawn, flowerbeds. Just another piece of suburbia. Slowly,
I reached up and pressed the doorbell.

I could hear the bell resonating from inside the house, followed by a
pleasant, feminine voice.

“Coming,” she yelled from within.

A few seconds passed before the door finally opened. Lisa gave me a big
smile and invited me in.

“Nice to see you again,” she said with a smile as she brushed a strand
of blonde hair from her face.

“Likewise,” I returned, even though it had only been a few hours since I
saw her last.

She was still wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing when I
met her for the first time earlier that day. Even though I guessed
Lisa to be about 35 years old, if I had only seen her from behind, I
wouldn’t put her a day over 16. She was small, about 5’2 by my
estimation, with a tight little body and blonde shimmering hair. By
the way she was dressed I wondered if maybe she had a teenage daughter
that she borrowed clothes from. She had on a red GAP sweatshirt and a
pair of grey sweatpants with the words “Juicy” written across the
backside.

She obviously took care of herself, since her skin was flawless and
tanned, and her hair looked as though she could star in a shampoo
commercial. And from my experience earlier that day, training her in
the gym, I knew the rest of her body would put to shame most women half
her age.

“Did you find the place alright?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”

“Sorry, I haven’t had a chance to change. I had to run and drop the
kids off at a friends house.”

“That’s fine by me,” I answered. “You still look great.”

Lisa flashed me a smile as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled
me into the house.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said as she led me up a
flight af stairs.

I walked behind her obediently, just staring at her perfect ass as we
made our way up the stairs. We came to the top and she led me into a
bedroom and closed the door.

“Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

With that, Lisa disappeared into another room leaving me alone in her
bedroom. I walked over to the bed and kicked off my shoes, taking a
seat. I looked around the room and noticed numerous pictures hanging
on the walls. Most of them were of Lisa with her family. There were
three kids in the most recent ones, with an oldest daughter that looked
like the spitting image of her mother. There were also two younger
ones, a boy and a girl that looked about the ages of 8 and 4,
respectively. The man in the picture, I guessed was her husband and
suddenly a feeling of guilt filled my body. Could I really do this?
Could I fuck a married woman in her own house?

As my thoughts drifted back to Lisa’s firm little body and angelic face
I answered my own question. Damn right I could!

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Lisa walked out. My jaw hit the
floor. She was wearing a little white lacy outfit that was almost
completely transparent, complete with a pair of stockings and high
heels.

“Well?” she asked, placing one hand up on the door jamb and posing like
an underwear model. “What do you think?

“Come here and I’ll show you.” I said, doing nothing to hide the growing
bulge in my pants.

With that, Lisa started sauntering towards the bed, running her hands
all over her body.

“Do you like the outfit?” she asked. “My husband bought it for my
birthday last month, but I haven’t worn it yet. I wanted to save it
for a special occasion.”

She came up to me and stood in between my legs, forcing my knees apart
as I sat on her bed. I looked up into her sexy blue eyes and she
stared down at me with a lustful look that made my body tingle.

“Well, what have we here?” she said playfully, as she reached down and
stroked my cock though my pants.

Lisa then leaned in and put her mouth by my ear. I could feel her warm
breath on my skin and I could smell her faint intoxicating scent as she
whispered to me.

“I really want to suck your cock.”

I closed my eyes as Lisa peeled of my shirt and pushed me back onto the
bed. She then climbed onto me, straddling my hips and placing her
hands on either side of my head. Her hair was hanging down into my
face as she lowered her lips to mine for the very first time.

She tasted sweet and moaned a little as her tiny pink tongue darted
around in my mouth. She also began to thrust her pelvis into my
crotch, rubbing against my already engorged dick. As she pulled away,
Lisa began planting kisses all the way down my chest the feel of her
warm, wet lips and the gentle brushing of her hair on my skin was
almost enough to make me explode. Slowly, agonizingly, she worked her
way down until she was on her knees on the floor in front of me. She
gave me a sexy smile as she reached up and unbuttoned my pants.

With a quick yank, Lisa had my pants off and and was working at fishing
my dick out of my boxers.