My wife was out of town chaperoning the kid's retreat for our church. I had a full week of peace and quiet and decided to rent a bunch of action movies that she hates. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed our pastor's wife parking up next to the building. I remembered that the pastor was at the retreat as well. I called her name and tried to catch up to her.
"Hey Ali!" I called out, trying to get her attention. Her name was Alissa, but I called her Ali knowing her college boyfriend called her that, and it annoyed her a little. She was nowhere in sight by the time I got inside. I wondered if this was an emergency bathroom stop and went about my business. I was grabbing some new releases when I noticed her slipping out of the adult section. She intently searched the front of the store, checking if the coast was clear. Again, she didn't notice in the aisle just behind her.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, smirking behind her.
"Fuck Off, Jerk!" she said, turning around surprised to see me holding out the few movies I had.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." she stammered. "I am just so tired of getting hit on," she said, slowly lowering her hand full of movies to her side. She glanced again at the front counter. I grabbed the movies from her grip to see what she had. She scrambled to get them back before I could see. Too late, I was already starting to check out her selection of three porn movies. She stood there, mouth agape. Her face flushed red; she covered her eyes like a child caught doing something wrong.
"Oh, someone likes anal, I see." I joked, as she shrank into an aisle, mortified that she had been caught red-handed.
She grabbed them back, stormed to the checkout, and left. I dropped the movies I had onto the shelves and darted after her. She was already pulling away when I reached the door. I followed her in my car, trying to catch up. She was watching me in her rear-view mirror, I saw her holding her phone up to her ear, just as mine rang.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Pull into the diner's parking lot, please."
She did as I asked, driving to the back of the lot. I parked next to her car and got out. Her window was already down.
"WHAT?!" She barked at me.
"Let's talk."
I reached for her door handle, but she pointed to the back seat. I slipped in on the passenger side. She did not want us to be seen together and asked me to duck down as she pulled back out into traffic.
I told her to just drive home, pull into the garage, and close the door behind her. I could feel something buzzing on the seat; it was coming from her purse. I reached in, digging around the large catchall of a purse until I found a purple rabbit vibrator just buzzing away.
"I got it, er um, how do you turn this thing off?” I asked, fumbling with it.
I could hear her muttering something about how this day could get any more embarrassing for her. As she drove the last few miles to her house, I explored the rest of the contents of the bag, realizing it was not her purse, but her naughty bag. The bag was with butt plugs, dildos, vibrators, and even a double dildo. The thought of joining Ali masturbating while watching porn had me so turned on.
Once inside the house, she blurted out all her frustrations about being unfulfilled sexually, and how they only have sex when he wants. She resented the fact that I was interrupting the time alone. She went on to tell me how she could feel an old itch that had needed scratching for years. Now that she had the time alone, Ali was laser-focused on working out her yearnings.
"Wow, Ali, that's a lot like what I am experiencing,” I lied.
"Penny doesn't do oral unless it's my birthday or something special, and don't even get me started about anal," I told her about my dull sex life since getting married, and I, too, had desires and fantasies. I could see a faraway look in her eyes, the same look I would see in the addicts that I counsel when they need a fix. I pressed on, knowing that she would succumb to her lust.
"Come on, what's the harm in watching these together?" She grabbed her catchall, led me into the den, and slid one of the movies into the DVD player. We sat watching the movie for a few moments, as the two girls on the screen went at it. She asked if I liked eating pussy, and hearing the pastor's wife say pussy made my balls twitch and my cock stiffen.
"Yes, I do. I love giving as much as getting, and I have been told that I do it very well."
My wife was a freak in the bedroom, but I was not going to let Ali know. Ali got up to switch tapes, saying there was too much lesbian shit. I was hoping that she would save the anal movie for the end. The next video was filled with good old-fashioned porn sex, a lot of moaning and groaning. Ali started to fidget, shifting in her seat on the couch; she kept glancing between me and the TV screen until she could not hold it in anymore. She slipped her hand into the waistband and started rubbing her clit. I could see her start to move her hips slightly as she climaxed. I, too, was aroused. My raging cock straining to get out of my shorts and be stroked. I pulled my shaft into view.
Her eyes kept shifting from the screen to my hand pumping away at my cock. She fidgeted, shifting and changing her position, trying to get the right angle for her fingers. She suddenly stood with her back to me and slipped out of her shorts and undies. My eyes took in the sight of her naked ass. She looked over her shoulder as she pulled her sweatshirt off. I had not noticed that she was not wearing a bra; I must be slipping. I studied her body from behind; her long lean legs met at a two-inch thigh gap. A lovely inviting ass that I have had my eye on for some time now. I know her breasts must have looked great in their prime and full of milk, but now they were deflated C cups that had been ravaged from breastfeeding three kids.
She took her place on the sofa planting her left foot on the cushion and obstructing my view of her fingers digging into her twat. There was an intense sex scene on now, and I had not noticed that Ali had grabbed her vibrator. The low buzzing sound changed depending on how deep it was inside her. Soon her hips were rocking, and her breathing quickened. Her thighs clenched tightly together, as she came. Now the guy on the screen was eating a big-breasted chic, and Ali's eyes never blinked from the scene.
"Would you let me lick your pussy? Umm, I mean, if you'd like to, that is."
She stared at me, dumbfounded. Her lust-filled eyes glared at me for a moment as she pondered where this would lead us. She conceded, dropping her raised foot to the floor, spreading her legs wide for me sliding her hips to the edge of the cushion. It was only then that I could see a neatly trimmed muff that looked better than the '70s bush in the porn video. I kissed my way up her thighs to her cunt, and slowly kissed and licked her pussy lips. Swirling my tongue around her clit and slipping a finger inside her. She moaned as I entered her. It was not long before she had both hands filled with hair grinding her clit into my mouth.
"Oh, holy god!" She growled through clenched teeth. "Uh, MOTHERFUCKER!" as an intense orgasm rocked her body. She pushed my face away from her dripping hole, motioning for me to get undressed. Standing before her slipping my shorts down, she gasped as my cock came into full view. She grabbed me by the hips, guiding my cock to her mouth. It was like watching a snake unhinge its jaw as she took my cock into her mouth all the way. Eight of my nine inches disappeared down her throat. Yes, she knew her way around a cock. Her tongue flitted and twirled around the head of my dick, then drive it in as deep as she could get it. Her tongue flickered from side to side up my vein as she made her way back to the tip. I thought I was going to blow my wad right then. She came up gasping for air, pushing me away.
