Ashley woke with a sarcastic view of ‘another day in paradise.’ Another day alone with her husband away on business. Another day waiting for her daughter to finish her first year of college. Another day with little, if anything, to do. Then she remembered the promise she’d made to herself last night right after her fingers did the walking between her legs.

Her daughter would be home in a couple of weeks because her college friends had decided that Clearwater Beach was where they wanted to get crazy for their first Spring Break. When Melody told her mom about their plans, Ashley was thrilled, though that feeling subsided when her daughter warned her that she’d probably be at the beach all day every day, and possibly spend a night or two in her friends’ hotel room depending on how things worked out.

Ash knew from personal experience what kind of workout Melody would get. She wasn’t overly worried, since Melody behaved far more responsibly than girls her age typically did. No, worry wasn’t the problem; envy was. She remembered all too well what those carefree days were like, and in her case, they weren’t limited to her college days. Even when she married Dean, they were quite inventive with their sex play. Melody’s arrival put a bit of a damper on that, but not to the point of threatening their sexual satisfaction.

That threat came with her husband’s big promotion. They’d celebrated then, since it was a financial windfall that let them live much more comfortably. Initially, even his every-other-week travel didn’t hurt too much, partly because the coming-home sex was so amazing, at least until a cute college graduate, Amber, joined his team and started traveling with him.

Ash met Dean at the company, but she left to work elsewhere when shop talk started dominating their personal conversations. She stayed with that new job until Melody came along, and Dean’s continued success in the form of bonuses and shares of stock made it feasible for her to be a stay-at-home mom. She enjoyed that too, but apparently Dean didn’t remember that she still had friends in his company, and they were quite willing to dish the dirt on him as much as the others.

She did nothing about it because it didn’t seem to affect the way he treated her at home. He was still attentive, generous, and loving; enough so that she wondered about the accuracy of her intel. She’d personally seen people unfairly victimized by office rumors. Ash was happy, Melody was happy, and Dean still seemed to be happy too …

… until the coming-home sex wasn’t quite so amazing. She thought it might change when Amber left the company, but another young woman took her place.

Ash started making plans of her own, in case this was the beginning of the end. She could easily rejoin her career as a legal secretary, but she wanted to get Melody through her first year of college before she had to focus more on something else. She thought that once she’d held a job for a year or so, she’d be in a better position to evaluate the future, but the present was getting oppressive, hence last night’s promise. She figured if he could cheat, so could she, and she set her sights on her next-door neighbor.

They’d become friends with Aaron and his wife, Maria, when they moved into this house. Ash really liked Aaron and flirted often, though harmlessly. It was out in the open and nobody seemed to mind, so it carried on for years. She backed off when they started having marital problems. She’d never really hit it off with his mousy, little wife, and that didn’t improve over time. Though she felt bad for him when they separated, she wouldn’t miss Maria, who moved back home with her mom.

Ashley finally got out of bed and stood before the mirror, taking stock. She’d gained a few pounds, but she was still the curvy blonde that attracted men’s eyes, and she was pretty sure Aaron had noticed since her flirting had resumed, though not quite so harmless now.

Aaron didn’t have any brighter an outlook on the day, though not having anything to do wasn’t a concern, since he’d probably be on the phone with customers for much of it. He had no scheduled calls with favorite clients to look forward to, so the day was a crapshoot, leaving him unsure of what to expect. The calls could range widely, from polite and productive to tense and pointless. It would help a lot if he were in a better state of mind.

He’d been divorced for close to a year now, and he didn’t miss the constant complaints that he wasn’t good enough for Maria in some way. He’d decided that she was actually deflecting feelings of her own shortcomings onto him as a coping mechanism, so baseless were her accusations. Still, even now, he wondered if she may have been right on at least some occasions, and whether those attributes were the reason he’d had little sexual satisfaction since long before she left.

It was no coincidence that when these thoughts darkened his day, his gorgeous and flirtatious neighbor, Ashley, occasionally came to mind. He’d always loved her sometimes not-so-innocent innuendos, but he never suspected that she was in any way serious about her suggestions, especially when he was still married. He’d noticed she’d stopped when troubles with Maria became known to outsiders, and he respected Ashley for having the courtesy to avoid adding to his troubles.

He wasn’t sure if the resumption of Ashley’s flirty behavior was good or bad. Assuming it was just more harmless play, it only added to his frustration, but damn, it did get him going. And she seemed to be escalating. It made sense that she’d take small steps in resuming the sexy teasing, but he hadn’t shown any objections, and she became bolder, though still never coming right out with an offer or obvious suggestion.

He recalled the last time, just a few days ago, when she’d asked him about his work and along the way he’d joked about needing a really comfortable chair to sit for so long. She’d held his face in both hands, saying something like ‘I can think of something I’d much rather sit on!’ and walked away with a sexy smile and swagger. The allusion to facesitting wasn’t lost on him, and he wondered if perhaps Maria had complained to Ashley about the time he suggested it to her.

Did the fact that they were always alone when she’d tease him mean anything? In the past, there had always been others around, but they didn’t socialize as couples anymore, so when they did meet, it was by chance in the yard or driveway. It probably meant nothing, but was it still innocent when it was just the two of them? She’d always seemed like she was happily married, and he didn’t see himself as a homewrecker regardless of how attractive she was. Yet lately, there had been an undercurrent of dissatisfaction in her conversation.

The morning had gone okay, with only a couple of trying calls and the rest more or less neutral, when the next caller ID surprised him.

“Ashley?” he questioned.

“Hi, Aaron! Yes, it’s me! How are you, hon?” she asked, using a term of endearment she’d picked up as a waitress when younger and used often.

“I’m good. Typical morning. Is there something wrong?” he asked, since she rarely called him.

“No, nothing wrong. I called because I know you’re working and might not answer the door if I stopped by. I was just wondering if you’d like to have some company for lunch? I have some fresh Boar’s Head roast beef and rye bread from the bakery,” she offered, knowing it was his favorite sandwich.

“Oh! Um, I …” he stammered at the unusual invitation.

“C’mon! I’ll stack it up nice and thick like those New York delis you like? Meaty! Juicy!” she added suggestively.

He couldn’t take too long to decide, lest he seem uninterested, because he was anything but, but this was new for her, and he wondered, hoped even, that it meant something.

“Okay. Sure! What time?”

“You tell me, hon. You’re the one who’s working.”

“I have a call at 11:45 that’ll probably take half an hour, so 12:30?”

“Perfect! Come to the side door, okay?”

“Great! See you in about an hour!” he signed off, wondering about her suggesting he use her side door, another uncommon element of this invitation. It could be just for convenience, as that door led almost directly into her kitchen, or it could be a way of concealing his visit from their neighbors.

He had time enough to change from the very casual garb of home workers into something more interesting, if not actually enticing. She’d commented once on a pair of tight, black jeans and how they enhanced what she called his sexy buns. Paired with a tailored white business shirt, it looked formal for waist-up video calls, while staying casual below. He left the top two buttons open and rolled up the cuffs of the long sleeves, getting back to his desk just in time for his scheduled call.

Ashley had already dressed for the hoped-for lunch, thinking he might have needed to come right away, but with time now, she ran to her bathroom to double-check her appearance. Her long, almost blonde hair looked okay; clean, shiny, and just messy enough to look like she hadn’t actually fussed over it. Her white blouse was buttoned to barely conceal her half-cup bra, and the tails tied in front left a bit of her midriff bare.

What she knew would be the attention-getter was a pair of skin-tight spandex shorts in fuck-me red that she pulled up tight to her freshly shaved but neglected pussy. She remembered Aaron trying valiantly not to stare at her cameltoe in such shorts once and hoped they’d grab his attention again, making her desires evident.

Assuming she’d intended to hide his visit, he went out his back door, leaving him exposed to the street for only a few seconds before he stepped onto the small patio from which her kitchen door led.

“Come on in, Aaron!” he heard her call when he knocked. He stepped inside and, after closing the door behind him, stopped short at the vision she presented. Standing beside a table with sandwiches, beer, and a small vase of wildflowers, he had little doubt that lunch was not on her mind. “Hello, hon!” she said with a bitten lip, shifting her legs to call attention to her crotch; not that she needed to.

“That looks very tasty!” he said, then glancing briefly at the table, added, “And the sandwiches look good, too!” he quipped.

“I was hoping you’d have an appetite for some – juicy meat!” she fired back with her most suggestive double entendre ever.

“Ashley, forgive me if I’ve misread the situation,” he said as he walked up to her, put his arms around her waist, and pulled her in for a lustful kiss.

“No, Aaron,” she said, breathing heavily when his lips moved to her neck and shoulders. “You’ve read my – situation, perfectly!”

Their eyes met, darting back and forth, left and right, as he reached for the knot in her blouse and, with it untied, he could just pull the whole blouse up and over her head. Her bra was just as quick to disappear, and she held his head to her breasts as each welcomed the touch of his fingers and tongue.

He looked up into her smoldering eyes, saying, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this!”

“Me too, hon!” she sighed sensuously, pulling his shirt out of his pants and over his head. A palm ran over the bulge in his jeans, once, twice, before throwing herself into his arms, pressing her tits into his bare muscular chest. Her hands went to his butt, pulling him in and feeling that bulge against her crotch. “Here’s something else I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” she said as she knelt with her fingers already working the belt and zipper of his tight jeans.

She looked up briefly, with a lascivious smile as she spread the flaps open, sliding her hands inside, over his hips to his cheeks behind. She allowed herself a few quick squeezes before pulling his pants down over the manly butt she’d admired so often. Leaving them banded about his thighs, her hands returned to the larger-than-expected swelling in his bikini briefs.

“You’ve been keeping a secret from me!” she smiled as her fingers felt its girth for a moment before pulling it free from the tight underwear.

“Mmm,” she hummed as both hands stroked the thick shaft lightly a few times before her tongue flicked out to sample the tip. Soon, it was in her mouth with her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside, loving his appreciative moans.

“Oh my God, Ashley,” he exclaimed when she took him into her throat. A new experience for him, he watched in awe as his cock was swallowed repeatedly, its swollen head squeezed by the limitations of her throat. He barely noticed the hand on his ass, though the one cradling his balls worked in harmony with her mouth, and it wasn’t long before he erupted after a warning to her he suspected would go unheeded.

His hips lurched with each load propelled into her mouth, but with his eyes closed in ecstasy, he could only feel her tongue licking and swallowing, prompting a flashing recollection of his ex-wife’s disgust for such practices. When he opened his eyes and looked down, Ashley was smiling as her tongue and fingers prompted additional involuntary jerks of his hips.

She stood, and running her hands over his chest, his confession that no one had ever done that for him wasn’t surprising; such was her disdain for Maria’s openly prudish beliefs. She wondered how many other firsts she might give him, then, after tweaking his nipples, she cut off a ‘Thank you’ with a tongue-tangling kiss that finally spurred him to action.

With his arms around her waist, he picked her up and turned to sit her on the kitchen’s granite counter. She’d wrapped her legs around him as she felt him lift her, seemingly effortlessly, and they spread wide apart once laid down, offering herself as an appetizer for the lunch that remained uneaten on the table.

Fingertips glided lightly over her shapely, quivering thighs. As he leaned over to kiss her, his hands stroked and gently squeezed the firm flesh, leaving the prize between for his mouth to claim.

“You’ve no idea how hungry I was when you invited me for lunch!” he said, smiling at her with his mouth inches from the wet stain in her shorts.

“Oh God!” she gasped as he pressed his mouth to her wet lips, their swollen state visible through the stretchy spandex. His hands pushed her thighs against his face as he kissed those lips, sucking her savory syrup through the fabric, and then reached for the elastic waist. In one quick motion, he lifted his head out of the way, pulled on her shorts, and, dragging them and her legs up, stripped her bare of the only clothing she had left.

“Eat me, Aaron? Eat my pussy!” she begged as he lightly stroked her thighs again, then reached down and gently kissed the glistening lips between them. “Please?” she pleaded again, and “OH my …” when he pressed his mouth into her slit, with his tongue in overdrive.

He loved the immediate reaction this move nearly always prompted. Her hips came off the counter as she pushed her pussy into his face, demanding more from his sudden attack, and he gave it to her with lips and tongue licking, nibbling, and sucking the sensitive folds.

It had been so long since she’d been ravished so, and while she also enjoyed slow, tender foreplay, she’d missed feeling so incredibly sexy that her lover just couldn’t wait to have her. His mouth and tongue savored her like he couldn’t get enough, further proof of his need when she came and he didn’t let up for a second.

“Oh fuck, Aaron!”

Truth was, he couldn’t get enough. He hadn’t had a reaction like Ashley’s in too many years to count, and he wasn’t going to waste one minute of it. Her plaintive cry when two fingers curled up inside her was music to his ears, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d heard the whole song. Another chorus of high-pitched squeaks and squeals signaled another cusp was near, and quaking thighs preceded the climax reached.

“Jesus, Aaron!” she cried, and “Mmm!” when he leaned forward to fill her mouth with his tongue, sharing her lusty taste with her.

His look made it clear he wasn’t letting her up just yet, but a short interlude of tit abuse filled the short gap in time. With his hands behind her knees, he pushed her legs up until they were next to her tits.

“Hold these for me, will you?” he said before returning to her pussy.

A single finger on his left hand slid easily into her gaping pussy, scooping up some natural lubrication, and then wiping it on her winking star, so rudely presented in this position. Her eyes opened wide when he went back for more, her gaze falling on his cock, rock hard again, and suddenly afraid he’d try to stuff that thick dick in her ass. Pushing his finger in, past the tight muscle trying to expel it, increased the fear that shown clearly in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Ash. Nothing else is going in there,” he said and was glad to see instant relief on her face. “Now, with another couple of fingers in here …” he added as two fingers slid into her pussy straight, and curled up on the way out.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she repeated as three fingers fucked both holes.

“Now, let’s light the fuse on this and see what happens when you go off!” he said as he leaned forward with his tongue leading the way, slithering through her slit to the top where it didn’t take much to coax her clit out of hiding. Flicking and nibbling it prompted an instant physical and audible reaction.

“Oh – My – God – Aaron!” she wailed as her body, tense and quivering, tried to hold on until the first of several streams of clear liquid hit him in the face, the rest on his body when he stepped back.

“Come here, Ashley!” he said, seeing her body shaking and pulling her up to hold her in his arms while his hands gently caressed her gorgeous body, soothing with a light touch and tender whispers in her ear. She looked at him in awe, unable to remember the last time she’d had such an incredible orgasm, and accepted his tender, loving kiss.

So appreciative of his comforting hug, she’d forgotten that he was quite hard again, until it twitched a couple of times against her belly. She pulled back, and a cute smile spread across her face when she saw it.

“I know just where to put him,” she said disarmingly.

Falling to her knees, he almost thought he’d have her mouth again, but she was just freeing his legs from his jeans and briefs, pulling them off with his Skechers. Standing, she took his hand and led him to the living room where she bent over the back of a sectional sofa while holding his more-than-ready cock, guiding it to press the tip against her sloppy wet pussy.

“You want this, Ashley?” he teased, while running the tip through her slit.

“Yes! I want it, Aaron! C’mon! Fuck me!” she demanded while arching her back and thrusting it toward him. “Oh yeah! Fuck my married pussy!” she cried as his thick dick slid into her slippery cunt, stretching her a little more than she was used to. “Oh fuuuccck, you feel so good in me!”

Apart from feeling so full, the excitement of having a new cock in her cunt was intoxicating. Even if he didn’t make her cum again, she was already addicted to the something-new aspect of getting fucked by her neighbor, though a few thrusts later she knew he wouldn’t disappoint her.

“Oh fuck, Ash!” he cried as he pulled her up to mawl the tits he’d only paid lip service to before.

“That’s right! Fuck Ash! Fuck her needy cunt!” she said, enjoying the vulgar language that married life had gradually subdued. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cried as her hands fell back onto the sofa’s cushion so she could push back against his thrusts.

Their hips met with a slap, his jerking hips propelling her forward only to have her come right back at him, and a few strokes later, she was cumming with another string of filthy expletives.

Aaron hadn’t felt like such a competent lover in a very long time. His wife had been a one-and-done girl and had never uttered half the words spewing from Ashley’s mouth. Ash’s incredibly sexy body, her clearly suggestive innuendos and dirty mouth, not to mention her hungry pussy made this the most exciting sex he’d had since long before he was married. And he was still going strong.

“C’mon, Aaron! Pound my fuckin’ pussy! Yeah! Yeah! Make me cum again,” she responded to his jackhammer pace.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good, Ash! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah! Cum in my pussy, baby! Cum in Ash’s married pussy!”

She loved declaring that she was a cheating wife, feeling like it was just deserts for her unfaithful husband. Her climax triggered by Aaron’s release was the ultimate prize, with her body quivering in ecstatic bliss and her mind relishing this new independence.

“C’mere, Ashley,” he said, pulling her to standing with her back to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, his hand glided all over from her pussy to her tits and back, while he kissed her neck before whispering, “I don’t remember how long it’s been since I felt anything like that. Thank you!”

She turned to face him, and with hands on both cheeks, she kissed him lustfully. She looked in his eyes to see the gratitude he’d expressed.

“I could say the same thing, Aaron,” she confessed with a hint of sorrow for the reason.

“Things not so great with Dean?” he asked, feeling like he should acknowledge him in some way.

“Don’t worry about him. I’d rather remember the feeling of you cumming inside me! I hope we can do this again? … and again and again?” she laughed.

“Are you sure?” he asked, wanting it as much as she did, but only if she was certain. Discovery would affect him minimally, while it would likely tear her world apart.  

“Positive!” she replied.

“I wish I could stay,” he said, after a glance at his watch, “but I have a conference call in five minutes. Think I could make you cum with my tongue in five minutes?” He was half serious, but she laughed aloud.

“That’s really sweet, but I think I’m good for a day or so,” she said with a crooked smile. “Take your sandwich! Maybe you can eat it during the call.”

“I’ll see you again soon!” he said, pulling her in for a hug and a kiss, then grabbed his sandwich and headed out the door.

“Yes, probably sooner than you think!” she said aloud to the closed door.

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Has Ashley already got a second encounter planned? What happens when her daughter comes home for Spring Break? I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this new series and will offer plenty of 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments and ... THANKS FOR READING!!