It was not a good year. It was sometime in March that the company I worked for since quitting school went belly up and I found myself unemployed at a time when jobs were scarce. I was forced to give up my apartment and move back in with my parents. It was my longtime buddy Gene that financially rescued me. He was scheduled to undergo a surgical procedure that would put him out of commission for at least three months.

Gene managed to convince his superiors to hire me and pay me under the table so as not to ruin my unemployment insurance, and they agreed. It was two weeks after starting my temporary position that this dealership hired an absolutely stunning brunette named Char.

There was an attraction between us from the moment we met and we went on a few dates to see just how much of an attraction there was. Before I knew it I was spending my weekends between her legs where we fucked like two teenagers that had just discovered sex.

Eventually, Gene returned to his job and I had to wait until after five to see the lovely Char. Things were going well, that was until May arrived and it was time for Gene and his family to head out to their Summer camping site.

Char informed me on Thursday that she would not be able to see me that weekend. It seems that Gene had asked her to accompany his family to their camping site; he needed a hand watching his three kids.

"That's what he has a wife for," I responded.

"She's sick and can't go," she replied.

I withheld further comment as it was my jealousy talking and told her that we would talk on Monday. It was during our conversation on Monday that I found her a little distant and she did not mention any desire to hook up with me. When Thursday arrived she once again informed me that she was going to accompany Gene and his family to their weekend getaway site.

This time we argued and she ended up hanging up on me. When Monday, she called me and suggested that we separate for a while as I was becoming too possessive. So here I was with no job and no girl and I called Gene to find out what had happened, and he asked me to drop over.

Gene explained that Char and his buddy Charlie had become a hot item. Gene informed me that he voiced his displeasure at their actions, but it fell on deaf ears. It seems his buddy Charlie had money and property which Char found very attractive. Gene apologized for what had happened, and I told him it wasn't his fault.

To prevent me from falling into a deep depression, I channeled my energies into finishing my Harley Davidson touring bike. The parts had been painted and were awaiting installation along with the new chrome accents I had ordered. They sat on a bench as most of my free time had been spent with Char.

Once completed, I headed over to Gene's as he had been a rider but was forced to sell his bike when his wife became pregnant. Gene's kids were just as excited as he was, and they all wanted a ride. I tossed the keys to him and told him to give his kids a ride, and I took a seat on the front stoop of his house. As I sat there and watched Gene give rides to all his kids, his wife Adrian came outside and handed me an ice-cold bottle of Coke. Adrian was pretty in a subdued fashion with a dazzling smile and flashing blue eyes.

I knew that she met Gene in college and that they got married almost immediately. She gave birth to a set of twin girls less than a year later and to a baby boy two years after that.

Adrian never talked much as she was a little on the shy side and mostly because her husband or I usually had the floor, she smiled and hung on to every word we said.

"How are you holding up?" she asked as I'm sure Gene told her about my circumstances.

"I'm holding," was my response.

She took a seat on the step above me and sipped our beverages in silence until she set hers down and leaned forward.

"I've discovered that Gene is fucking your whore of an ex-girlfriend along with his creepy friend," she informed me

I almost choked on my Coke at her announcement and stared at her.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"There was a lot of evidence that he was unaware of, that and some of the things my girls said," she responded. "I was so upset that I almost called you as there is no one else I would share this problem with."

"Are you going to confront him"? I questioned.

"No, that would just create more problems. Plus, we have the kids to think about," she replied

"Well, the next time you feel like talking, by all means, call. It's not like I have anything else going on during the evenings anymore." I responded.

Eventually, Gene finished riding his kids and then offered to give his wife a ride, but she refused. He told me how great my Harley looked, sounded, and handled, but I really wasn't listening. I recalled him telling me how upset he was when Char decided to end her relationship with me and take up with his buddy and that he had voiced his displeasure with both of them. Was it a lie? Was he that skilled at fibbing?

The week passed quickly and before I knew it, Friday had arrived. Despite it being a beautiful evening, I decided to stay in and watch a movie as I didn't feel like riding. I had just settled on the couch when the phone rang. It was Adrian asking me if I was free to come over and talk.

I told her it was no problem and all I had to do was get dressed. As I had secured the bike for the evening, I jumped in my car and headed to Gene's house. My car parked in his driveway was so commonplace that it would not arouse any suspicion. The inner door on the side of the house was closed but not locked as she had told me on the phone, so I opened it and called out.

"Come on in," I heard her say from a distance. "Make sure you close the inner door as I have the central air on," she added.

Once inside, I discovered that there was a bucket of ice, glasses, wash, and a bottle of Crown Royal on the kitchen table, and my spirit brightened as this was my favorite liquor.

"Help yourself to a drink and make me one also," I heard her request from a distance.

"How do you take it?" I asked

"Two fingers over ice and a splash of water."

I was so busy fixing our drinks that I didn't hear her enter the kitchen, and when I looked up, my mouth hung open and my eyes went wide. There was Adrian standing there in the sexist lingerie combo that I had ever seen. Could this be the same pretty but plain wife of my buddy? The same lady who seemed to live in blue jeans and t-shirts?

She took a seat opposite me and crossed her legs to show off the lace top nylons that adorned her slender legs. As she reached for her drink, I still could not believe what was before my eyes. Despite having given birth to three babies, her midsection was as hard and flat as any of the girls at the gym and there was no sign of stretch marks.

"I thought you wanted to talk," was the only thing I could think of to say as I took in the sight of her firm breasts covered in a black silky-looking bra.

"I do," she responded. "I want to talk about you taking me into the spare bedroom and fucking me until I have a massive orgasm."

Now, up until that time, I had never considered having sex with a married woman, especially the wife of a friend; it was a steadfast rule. Yet as I found myself taking in the sight of her in her erotic lingerie, I could feel my dormant cock coming to life. Adrian finished her drink stood up and extended two hands indicating that I should do the same.

Once I was standing, this silk-clad hottie wrapped her slender arms around me and pressed her cherry-red lips to mine and her firm breasts clad in their tiny bra against my chest, and I received the longest and most passionate tongue that I had ever gotten. Even as passionate as Char had been at the beginning of our relationship, this kiss far surpassed any that she had ever given me.

She took me by the hand and led me to their spare bedroom in the back of the house. Once inside, she began to slowly undress me and planted kisses on each and every area of my flesh that my discarded clothing revealed. I watched as she dropped to her knees and slowly tugged my boxers down. I was now standing in front of this seductress totally naked sporting a tremendous erection.

She embraced me again and the feeling of her silky garments against my warm skin was beyond description. She allowed her right hand to drift downward and gently encircle my throbbing member.

"Right now Gene's buddy probably has his hard cock in Char's pussy, and Gene is probably pushing himself into her tight ass," she said in a breathy voice as she stroked me.

Adrian released me and slowly shed her tiny silken panties. She then moved toward the bed and proceeded to take up position on her back. When I didn't move, Adrian left the bed and embraced me again.

"Baby, I'm the answer to your nights of loneliness. You can do me bareback because I can't get pregnant and have not balled anyone except Gene, so there is no chance of picking up any kind of disease," she said looking me dead in the eyes.

She placed her lips on mine again and commenced to give me another long tongue kiss as she rubbed her silky bra against my naked chest. My rule of not doing married women began to vanish as the seconds ticked by. When she ended the kiss and returned to the bed, I followed.

I placed my body between her nylon-covered legs as the head of my cock drew closer to her pussy. She looked me in the eyes and then licked her lips.

"Please don't make me wait," she moaned in a soft whisper.

That statement caused me to slowly push my rock-hard cock into her tiny slit. The moan she issued as I penetrated her was unlike anything I had ever heard before. The moment I was fully inserted, she wrapped her nylon legs across my back and began to slide them up and down.

"Should I take my bra off?" she asked in her soft voice.

"No, leave it on as it looks so good on you," I replied.

The weeks of forced celibacy caused me to finish faster than normal, but Adrian didn't seem to mind. She finished - or led me to believe she did - at the same time; she moaned as I filled her up with my cum. I crawled off of her and we lay there holding each other.

"That was fantastic," she managed to say after a while.

"Yes, it was," I replied.

"Do you like my outfit?" she asked as she planted soft kisses on my neck and chest.

"I love it," was my response.

"That's good because I have dozens of them. It's one of Gene's weaknesses. Now go take a shower; I left some towels for you stacked up on the toilet seat," she said as she crawled off the bed. "I'll meet you in the kitchen just as soon as I tidy up".

I took a long hot shower and I was surprised that I felt no guilt in fucking my buddy's wife. Wrapped on a towel, I returned to the kitchen and refreshed my drink; Adrian joined me a minute later, and once again my jaw dropped at her appearance.

This time she was clad in fire engine red stockings, a garter belt, panties, and a bra. She approached swung a leg over mine and settled on my thighs. Despite the thickness of the bath towel, I could feel the heat emanating from underneath her tiny silken panties.

We shared a number of long tongue kisses as my hand gently massaged her breasts through her pretty bra. Adrian stopped me long enough to unfasten her bra and let it fall to the floor giving my hands, teeth, tongue, and lips full access to her breasts with their erect nipples.

Adrian slid off my lap once again and had me stand where she unwrapped my bath towel, she then had me sit down again with the towel as padding. She then lost her tiny panties before swinging a leg over my lap and taking hold of my hard cock and placing it at the opening of her hot and wet slit.

Arian then commenced lowering herself, and seconds later, I felt myself entering her; another long moan escaped her lips as this happened. This stunning creature was now sitting on my lap facing me with my cock deep inside her. She raised her legs and hooked her heels on the chair rungs and I seemed to slide in deeper.

"Ever do it in a chair?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Neither have I, but this seemed like the right time to try it," Adrian replied.

Adrian rode me hard until we both experienced another thundering orgasm. She stayed on my lap, leaning against me until my once-hard cock slipped out of her warm and wet pussy. She then very ladylike stood up and left the kitchen, allowing me to stand up and rewrap the towel around me.

When Adrian reappeared, she was clad in a full-length red satin robe can carrying my clothing from the backroom. She took her seat opposite me and picked up her drink as she placed my clothing on the table.

"This had been fantastic," she said after lighting up a cigarette.

"Yes, it has," was all I could say.

"Now are you going to make a scene when I send you home?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Are you going to sit by your phone waiting for me to call you again?" Adrian continued.

"No, I replied again.

"That's good because this was a wonderful one-time thing. You helped me through a real bad spell, and for that I thank you," she stated as she rose from her chair.

I quickly redressed and received one last kiss at the door before I headed back to my parent's house. The week passed quickly and I spent the majority of my time looking for employment. As the weekend approached, I made plans to head North to an old drive-in restaurant that had a bike night every Friday.

It was a little after five that I decided to head out, and that's when the phone rang; it was Adrian on the other end.

"Do you think you can stop by?" she asked.

Remembering her confession that our coupling had been a one-time thing I agreed but added that I couldn't stay long because I had made plans.

"That's OK," was her response. "Like last time the door will be closed but not locked; just announce yourself once inside," she said before she hung up.

So I mounted my bike and rode to her house. Once again I knocked on her side door as I opened it and stepped inside and announced myself. The light for the basement stairs came on, and there at the bottom of the stairs stood Adrian in one of the sexist French maid costumes that I had ever seen.

"Maybe you'd like to help me with the laundry while we talk?" she asked.

I flew down the stairs gathered her up in my arms and planted kisses on her face and neck as my hands explored her tight body now covered in black silk. I stopped kissing and feeling her up long enough to drop to my knees and send my hands under her short dress to slide her soaked lace panties down her fishnet-covered legs.

I stood up and attached my lips to hers, and our tongues commenced to explore each other mouths as Adrian rubbed her body against mine. The sound of the washing machine caught my attention and I began to slowly walk her backward until her butt was against the gleaming white porcelain.

I then spun her around and bent her at the waist and a second later my rock-hard cock was pushing its way into her tight pussy. The vibrating machine against her breasts added to her pleasure, and she exploded a few minutes later amid some of the sexist moanings I had ever heard. I finished just a heartbeat behind her.

We slumped to the floor together and continued to share kisses until I was hard again. I then placed the sexy maid on her back, flipped up her tiny skirt, and placed myself between her sexy legs. I vigorously rode her until another thundering orgasm took us.

"I thought that my doing you was a one-time thing?" I questioned.

"I lied," she responded.

I never completed the plans I had made and stayed with Adrian until the morning sun. She changed her lingerie a few times, and, true to her statement, each outfit was sexier than the last. As I rode home, I couldn't wait for her to call me again to talk.