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I didn’t want to go.
My granddaughter was in a first grade play that I felt obligated to attend. The reality was that I don’t really care to be around a crowd of doting parents and grandparents talking pictures that they’ll forget about ten minutes after they’re taken.
During the performance I excused myself and went to get some fresh air. As I walked to the door I saw a neighbor, Erin, I had always been attracted to but hadn’t seen in almost six months because she had gone through a messy divorce.
I tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned and recognized me she gave me a tight hug that felt fantastic. Our bodies molded into each other’s and my cock reacted immediately and pressed into her. I was a little embarrassed about my reaction to seeing her, but she didn’t seem to mind my dick pressing into her stomach.
“It’s good to see you, how are you doing?”
“Nice to see you too. I’m okay, divorce finally settled, but I’ve got to sell the house.”
“I’m sorry.”
She looked a little shaky, so I hugged her again. It felt so damn good holding her that we lingered in each other’s arms for a moment longer.
We broke apart suddenly realizing we were in the hallway of an elementary school full of people we both knew.
After making small talk I decided, on the spot, to make a risky decision.
“Would you share your cell phone number with me?” I asked. “I’d like to be able to get in touch with you and just check to see that you’re okay.”
With no hesitation she took my phone and punched in her contact information.
Before we parted, because we had to get back to the play, she kapaklı escort said, “I shouldn’t feel this way and I don’t want to cause you any problems, but I hope you call me.”
I returned to my seat and discovered my absence hadn’t even been noticed. I couldn’t take my mind off Erin and kept remembering how good she felt. I had always been faithful, but I was now intrigued by the possibility of seeing my divorced neighbor.
A week passed. I had planned on calling her soon, but hadn’t built up the courage. But a side effect of my encounter with Erin was that I was fucking my wife like crazy. I constantly walked around with a hard on thinking of our former neighbor.
My hesitation ended when Erin texted me a photo of her in a low cut top. Under the picture she wrote, “How are you? Hope we can visit. Soon.”
“Would love to see you, where are you? Your house looks empty.”
“Here’s my new address. Moved out of the house right after I saw you. So far the only furniture I have is a bedroom set.”
“Let me figure out a time we could meet. When are you available?”
“Anytime you want.”
Since my wife and I are semi retired I have rarely tried to be away from her, we hang out all the time. I was gambling with a good thing, but I was getting desperate to see Erin.
A question that nagged me was why, why did I so need to see Erin? Erin and my wife are both in their mid fifties and attractive. My wife is toned brunette with a body that resembles Mrs. Poindexter. Erin is equally attractive with blond hair, blue eyes and a chest that looks to be 34 DD. My wife is great in bed, but karabağlar escort something had awakened in me a need to taste something new.
And Erin was it.
I let Erin know It might take me a while to see her, but I was working on It. She kept sending me texts and pictures that were getting more and more risqué. Luckily my wife rarely looked at my phone. I also set my phone to hide pictures that could only be accessed by me. My behavior wasn’t like me, but Erin kept me on edge.
After a particularly intense fucking of my wife, she asked, “Are you taking a blue pill? You’re really out of control. But I love it.”
I wanted to share that our former neighbor was making me insane, but I didn’t.
I joined a heath club near Erin’s new place and encouraged her to join too. My wife was busy with her projects and grandchildren, so she seemed glad to have her own time. My behavior made me question her motives to have free time. Was she getting anything on the side? I knew she was hit on all the time. Maybe I was looking for justification for wanting Erin.
We started meeting at the gym, working out together. The club was away from my neighborhood and we didn’t meet anyone we knew. It was exciting, and a good workout, meeting her and getting to spend time with her. We flirted like teenagers, but hadn’t carried it beyond that until she suggested that we visit the coed steam room.
We went to our separate change areas and I put on swim trunks and she put on a two piece bikini. I entered the steam room after a quick and cold shower. I couldn’t see much and I thought the room was empty karabük escort when I heard her call out.
“Come sit over here.”
I went to her voice and found her already dripping with sweat. I hungrily looked her over.
“You look fabulous.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m drenched in sweat. And probably stink.”
I took her hands and pulled her into me and deeply kissed her. Our tongues clashed and her tits smashed against our wet bodies molded against each other’s perfectly. I groped her breasts as her right hand reached down and squeezed my rigid cock.
“I want you right here, I want to fuck your right here!”
Erin had more sense that I did and broke away from me.
“Meet me at my place.” Then she walked away.
I sat for a minute trying to get my dick to relax. Texting, flirting and meeting at the gym was fun and exciting, but now was the time I was going to put up or shut up. I had a good thing at home, but it wasn’t enough.
I was finally able to stand, so I quickly went to the change room, showered and headed to Erin’s place.
A quick five minute drive and I was about to knock on her door when it opened. Erin was standing there dressed in a red peasant blouse white yoga shorts. Her feet were bare and her hair was still damp from the sream room.
“Come in.”
The apartment was still bare, but there was a dinette set in the kitchen area and a recliner and TV in the living room.
“I don’t have anywhere to sit, yet. But I have a bed.”
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. It was beautifully furnished in a Scandinavian style that stylish and functional.
I turned her to me and we kissed. My hands roamed her body and rested on her chest. She was braless and I pinched a nipple through the fabric of her blouse.
She moaned in pleasure or desire or both and said, “I haven’t been touched like that in a year…please fuck me. Please!”
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