It turned out that Bob didn't have to wait long for their next meeting because Lindsey was waiting on his back porch when he got home from work Monday evening. She'd come equipped with a cold 12-pack and a large pizza. "I hope you don't mind eating pizza," she said, handing him a beer.

"I was hoping to eat something else."

"And where would you like to eat that?" Lindsey asked as she put the beer and pizza in his fridge.

Bob locked the back door before taking her in his arms and kissing her. Lindsey felt his erect penis pressing against her as they embraced, and ground herself against the protrusion in his pants. He reached for the buttons on her blouse while she undid his trousers, ultimately leaving a trail of clothes down the hall.

Bob sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Lindsey shimmied out of her panties. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as they hung from her chest. Noticing his lustful stare, Lindsey slowly turned so he could get a good look at her. She looked over her shoulder as she cocked her hip to show him her ass.

Her added weight rounded out her ass, accentuating her hips, not to mention the improvement to her bustline, which had to be close to a D-cup. Lindsey had been a jogger, but now her long, lean legs were thick and juicy. The sway of her ass jiggled enticingly as she finished her turn.

As she turned back to face him, her strawberry blonde bush came into view.

She saw Bob lick his lips as he nestled between her legs. He slid his tongue through her pussy lips, licking up one side and down the other until he felt Lindsey's body respond. Lindsey began to rock her hips slowly as her arousal grew. She drew in short gasps of air each time his tongue crashed over her little man in the boat. Lindsey ran her fingers through Bob's hair, twirling it around her fingers as she humped his face.

Bob ate Lindsey's cunt with passion and fervor as if he were making up for lost time. He slipped two fingers into her vagina, pumping them in and out of her while he continued to lick her clit like a Tootsie Pop.

"Oh, shit, fuck!" she growled when his fingers ran across her G-spot.

Lindsey bucked her hips, grinding her cunt into his face as she climaxed.

"Still wondering about my cock?" Bob asked as he waved his erect cock at her as he climbed onto the bed.

"Uh, huh," Lindsey nodded as she waited to get settled so she could straddle his face.

Lindsey licked the trickle of precum that had dribbled down the side of his cock, savoring its salty, sweet flavor. She took his cock to the back of her throat and back out to its tip a few times to get her gag reflex to relax.

Bob's cock was longer than she was used to, and on one of her downward strokes, his cock slipped past her uvula and into her throat. She would have gagged on any of the boys at school who tried to get this deep, but Bob's dick fit just right. Their naked bodies moved as one as they humped and gyrated against each other.

Bob grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples while he licked her cunt hole. He rolled them, twisted, and pulled them as he ate her pussy. He noticed that Lindsey would increase her mouth action whenever she was close to climax. She would take his cock out to the tip and then drive it back into her throat.

By the way she was sucking, Bob could tell that she was building to another climax. He slipped an arm over his head and shoved his thumb into her pussy, wiggling it around while he sucked her clit. This sent Lindsey into overdrive. She began throat fucking Bob's cock like a woman possessed. Lindsey felt the head of Bob's cock swell up in her mouth just as her climax crested. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth, dumping a dozen or more spurts of cum while she frantically gulped it down.

"That was a fuck ton of cum, Mr. B."

"You are the first, since...you know. I've been building up my reserves."

"Let's take a break and get something to drink. Then we'll see if I can't fuck the rest out of you."

Bob grabbed his wife's robe from the closet and handed it to her. It was one of those short robes that his petite wife always bought, but with Lindsey's larger frame, it barely covered her ass cheeks. Lindsey cinched the robe tight at the waist, accentuating her cleavage. She definitely filled it out better than his wife did.

Bob pulled the pizza out of the fridge, along with a couple of beers, and took it to the living room. He set it down on the coffee table and joined Lindsey on the sofa. The tie had come undone on Lindsey's robe, causing her tit to play peek-a-boo the whole time they ate. He blushed when she caught his wandering eyes. "Sorry. It's hard not to peek," he said.

Lindsey slipped her robe off and straddled his legs. "There, get a good, long look, then," Lindsey said, squeezing her titties together.

"Wowwee! Real boobies."

"Wowwee?" she giggled.

"That was a heartfelt compliment."

"Yeah, I can feel how heartfelt it is." Lindsey reached down to stroke Bob's cock.

"I don't have any condoms, hun. Do you trust me enough to pull out?" Bob smirked.

"You said I was the first since Emily, so I trust you enough to go without one. I'm on birth control, so we don't have to worry.

Bob's attention to her nipples quickly aroused Lindsey, lubricating enough to let his cock sink into her vagina. She rode his cock, bucking and gyrating her pelvis, driving Bob's cock in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck me, Mr. B. Fuck me," Lindsey whimpered into his ear. Every suck of her nipples sent tingles through her pussy. She reached down and started rubbing her fingers across her clit, driving herself to orgasm. Her taut young kegel muscles gripped his cock as she came.

It took every ounce of Bob's willpower to keep from blowing his wad. He tried holding still, clenching his nuts tight. He finally lifted her off his lap and moved her onto her back on the other end of the sofa. He knelt between her legs with his twitching cock in hand, rubbing its head through her pussy lips. "Ahh, Lindsey," he moaned as he drove his cock back into her vagina.

Lindsey lifted her legs, wrapping them around Bob's waist while he thrust his cock into her. Long, deep strokes of his cock sent shivers down her spine. His long, thick cock was so deep it felt like he was rearranging her guts. She squeezed her Kegel muscles again, gripping his cock like a vise.

"You're so fucking tight, Lindsey. I can't. I can't hold it any longer," Bob groaned as he dumped a load of cum in her pussy.

Lindsey kept her legs wrapped around his waist, flexing her cunt muscles, milking his cock dry.

"Keep that up and you'll make me cum again," Bob's voice quavered. She took that as a challenge and continued to flex her muscles on Bob's joy toy until he went flaccid.

"Did I live up to all of your fantasies?"

"I don't know. The night is still young, and I'm certain you have a few more loads in ya," Lindsey chuckled.