Lori woke up horny, the dreams of the night still stirring in her subconscious. A splash of water on her face led to a quick, cool shower, waking her fully and dulling the ache between her legs.
She pulled on some pajama pants and a tank top before tying her hair up, and went to the kitchen. A cup of coffee and a slice of rye toast did little to quell the hunger inside.
Her mind kept going to Eric, her sister’s husband, the man staying in her spare room for the week. His business had brought him to town, and she had insisted that he stay with her instead of a hotel. It had been just a friendly gesture, saving him some money and giving her some company.
She had always liked Eric. He was funny, charming, intelligent, and somewhat attractive. He kept himself in good shape, and even with his salt and pepper hair, looked younger than his fifty years. The last few days had been good, sharing dinner together, going for walks, watching a movie. They talked of her life since divorcing Ted, and of their pasts growing up, sharing stories of glory years long passed.
The sexual feelings didn't surprise her. They had always teased and flirted, just silly stuff, but suddenly she felt the huge amount of sexual tension and an intense desire for him. After an evening of drinking wine and watching a movie, she had given him a hug when he was ready to retire to his room. It had been intensely arousing to her; the heat of his body, the scent of his cologne, and the bulge that she felt on her lower tummy when she pressed into him.
Eric had kissed her forehead, given her a little smile, and said goodnight. She had watched him go to his room, and then went to her own, her mind a carousel of arousal and desire, guilt and fear. He was her sister’s husband, and she forced herself to quell her desires and resist the temptation to go to the room across the hall.
The dreams were vivid and erotic, with Eric using her however he wanted, treating her like his dirty little whore. She had sucked him greedily, swallowing whatever landed in her mouth. He licked her pussy into an orgasmic frenzy, then fucked her furiously with heated passion. She rode his cock, then jumped off to finish him with her mouth. In the last dream, he fucked her from behind in the shower after touching of every inch of her soapy body, pumping his load into her while telling her what a dirty whore she is.
Lori felt the heat between her legs build again, and needed a distraction. She began cleaning the kitchen, sweeping, mopping, and wiping down everything. When it was finished, she leaned against the counter and admired the results, but the heat returned.
“Good morning.”
Lori turned to see Eric standing in the entry to the kitchen, wearing only grey sweatpants. He ran his hand through his mussed hair and gave her a shy smile.
“I forgot it’s Saturday. I didn’t expect you to be home,” gesturing to his bare torso.
Her eyes travelled his body, starting at his broad shoulders, moving down his slightly-hairy chest and torso, stopping at the outline of his cock in the sweatpants. It was thick with a fat head, and as she stared it began to grow larger. She glanced up to see him looking at her, an odd, sexy smirk on his stubbled face and lust in his eyes. Lori's eyes returned to his crotch, and his cock continued to swell, moving like a snake under a blanket, creeping upward until the tip was at the edge of his waist.
Lori was immensely aroused and felt the sexual heat in the air building. She swallowed hard, then crooked her finger at him and gestured for him to come closer. Eric hesitated a moment, then moved close, stopping in front of her as she leaned against the counter. Their eyes were locked on each other's, doing a wordless dance of conversation they both understood, and Eric stepped close, resting his hands on her waist. The touch surged through her, fanning the flames between her legs and in her mind. She reached out with one hand and touched his chest, lightly running her fingers down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his sweats just above the nearly-exposed tip of his cock.
Eric's thumbs hooked the waist of her pajama pants and slowly lowered them down, exposing her trimmed mound and firm hips. His eyes stayed on hers when he lowered himself to his knees, his lips kissing her tummy and moving down to her mound as he lowered the pajamas further. He lifted her foot and slipped them off, then did the same with the other, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time.
His lips returned to her lower belly and began moving downward, giving little kisses and nibbles past her mound and along her inner thighs. Lori parted her legs and leaned back into the counter, pushing her hips forward and giving him access to the dripping pout between her thighs. She shuddered when his tongue touched her, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as it probed and licked. Mere moments passed before she came, his tongue bringing her waiting orgasm to the surface, and she trembled until it passed. Instead of moving away, Eric continued, using his tongue between her folds and on her clit, bringing her to a second intense climax that took her breath away.
Eric stood up, grabbing her ass in his strong hands, and lifted her up and onto the counter. Her legs pushed apart and her arms went behind her on the counter. Eric wriggled his sweats down and the tip of his hard cock touched her slit, sending another shiver through Lori. She hadn't had a lover in a long time, and the feeling of a hot cock pressing into her drove her wild.